Pretty cool walk this morning! Both our tellers told us that it was 54* but an online source had it as 46*. I believe our little protected, next to the water place, was probably at 54* while up on the hill 46* or less seemed right.
My morning four mile trek kept my naked legs busy enough to stay warm but a wish for long sleeves and gloves broke into my thoughts. The wish nagged me and nagged me for the whole walk and didn't quit until about five minutes after I got back into the house.
Seemed strange to me that tho my face cheeks got pretty cold my main upper wind breaker didn't. My nose is the first bare thing to cut the cold as I walk along and it must have been warmed by it's running and it did that fairly often on the walk. You know that warm snot sliming down the internal passages to the exit must have kept the nose warm. Either that or my constant wiping it with my handkerchief.
I re-read some of my notes and acknowledge to myself that the contents never belie the effort but I keep trying tho a bit less often now than in the past.
Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.-Mark Twain
About Me
Friday, November 11, 2011
8-3
I didn't get my four miles in Monday due to the appointments in Columbia so yesterday I made it up by doing eight. First I did six then later went back to get the other two. Not too bad once you get underway.
It is said, 'an ill wind blows no good', and if you should step out of the coolness of the house onto our little sun filled porch into the breeze blowing that 99 degree air around, you could think ill of it. But if you would walk with me, by the time we top the first hill your clothes would be all sweat wetted and there you would discover how much good that hot little breeze can give.
First impressions are always an important way to start but can also handicap your trip to reality. The real thing most often lies far beyond the first impression of many things including lots of people.
Hey, do you think that the walks and outside chores in all this heat can make a queer out of me? I hope not but almost everyday by early afternoon you could call me a fag because, for sure I'm am very much fagged out!
"A man's life is what his thoughts make of it."~Marcus Aurelius
It is said, 'an ill wind blows no good', and if you should step out of the coolness of the house onto our little sun filled porch into the breeze blowing that 99 degree air around, you could think ill of it. But if you would walk with me, by the time we top the first hill your clothes would be all sweat wetted and there you would discover how much good that hot little breeze can give.
First impressions are always an important way to start but can also handicap your trip to reality. The real thing most often lies far beyond the first impression of many things including lots of people.
Hey, do you think that the walks and outside chores in all this heat can make a queer out of me? I hope not but almost everyday by early afternoon you could call me a fag because, for sure I'm am very much fagged out!
"A man's life is what his thoughts make of it."~Marcus Aurelius
8-2
Well, our yesterday started out good and just kept getting better until the doctor appointments. Leaving there with some extreme sadness that stepped in and kicked both good and better's asses out of our day and settled into their vacated spaces.
We were up early yesterday, readying ourselves for the trip to the doctor. Probable blood tests so we ate nothing but did have several cups of coffee which probably helped introduce better to the scene.
A fine 80 mile drive to the doctor's office where we happily arrived ten minutes early. This left us without a lot of time wasted waiting for our appointed time. WRONG! We didn't know it then, but we now have twenty one more days to wait.
When we checked in the lady advised us that we both had been bumped. Quickly found out that meant our appointments had been cancelled. Then and during the next twenty five minutes was when anger, anger being sadness taken to the extreme, replaced our happy and better. The doctor is out or the next two weeks but they finally got us rescheduled for August 22.
Said they had mailed us each a bump message back in may but we never received either. Also we asked why I had never received any results from the stress test that the doctor had arranged for me back in October 2010. Was told the results had been mailed to me back then but.....we never received them. The lady said she would mail another copy and did take time to read to us that everything was good on it.
We believe they may have a mailing problem!
All is well that ends well and over to the right 19 spaces is the end to this.
We were up early yesterday, readying ourselves for the trip to the doctor. Probable blood tests so we ate nothing but did have several cups of coffee which probably helped introduce better to the scene.
A fine 80 mile drive to the doctor's office where we happily arrived ten minutes early. This left us without a lot of time wasted waiting for our appointed time. WRONG! We didn't know it then, but we now have twenty one more days to wait.
When we checked in the lady advised us that we both had been bumped. Quickly found out that meant our appointments had been cancelled. Then and during the next twenty five minutes was when anger, anger being sadness taken to the extreme, replaced our happy and better. The doctor is out or the next two weeks but they finally got us rescheduled for August 22.
Said they had mailed us each a bump message back in may but we never received either. Also we asked why I had never received any results from the stress test that the doctor had arranged for me back in October 2010. Was told the results had been mailed to me back then but.....we never received them. The lady said she would mail another copy and did take time to read to us that everything was good on it.
We believe they may have a mailing problem!
All is well that ends well and over to the right 19 spaces is the end to this.
7-31
I don't have time to tarry this morning! No time to preach nor moan. No time to do more than slap out a quickie on this computer. I can't keep a frown off my face and I have a terrible time stopping some unkind words when anyone tells me they just don't have time for this or that or whatever.
The real deal is, a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!" Don't you double hate it when someone tells you that they just didn't have time to do something? Or when someone says, "I was going to call you but I couldn't find your phone number." No phone book I guess, or maybe the phone companies doesn't offer the information service anymore? I don't know.
Todays activities for this pair sees me driving us to Columbia where each of us has a doctor appointment that we made but had to wait about three months for a spot. Must be a lot more sick people than there used to be.
I'm sure you don't have time to read anymore if perchance you happened to have had the time to open it at all, so I'll quit now. Gotta hit the road directly.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.~Will Rogers
The real deal is, a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!" Don't you double hate it when someone tells you that they just didn't have time to do something? Or when someone says, "I was going to call you but I couldn't find your phone number." No phone book I guess, or maybe the phone companies doesn't offer the information service anymore? I don't know.
Todays activities for this pair sees me driving us to Columbia where each of us has a doctor appointment that we made but had to wait about three months for a spot. Must be a lot more sick people than there used to be.
I'm sure you don't have time to read anymore if perchance you happened to have had the time to open it at all, so I'll quit now. Gotta hit the road directly.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.~Will Rogers
7-31
I don't have time to tarry this morning! No time to preach nor moan. No time to do more than slap out a quickie on this computer. I can't keep a frown off my face and I have a terrible time stopping some unkind words when anyone tells me they just don't have time for this or that or whatever.
The real deal is, a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!" Don't you double hate it when someone tells you that they just didn't have time to do something? Or when someone says, "I was going to call you but I couldn't find your phone number." No phone book I guess, or maybe the phone companies doesn't offer the information service anymore? I don't know.
Todays activities for this pair sees me driving us to Columbia where each of us has a doctor appointment that we made but had to wait about three months for a spot. Must be a lot more sick people than there used to be.
I'm sure you don't have time to read anymore if perchance you happened to have had the time to open it at all, so I'll quit now. Gotta hit the road directly.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.~Will Rogers
The real deal is, a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!" Don't you double hate it when someone tells you that they just didn't have time to do something? Or when someone says, "I was going to call you but I couldn't find your phone number." No phone book I guess, or maybe the phone companies doesn't offer the information service anymore? I don't know.
Todays activities for this pair sees me driving us to Columbia where each of us has a doctor appointment that we made but had to wait about three months for a spot. Must be a lot more sick people than there used to be.
I'm sure you don't have time to read anymore if perchance you happened to have had the time to open it at all, so I'll quit now. Gotta hit the road directly.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.~Will Rogers
7-21
Good grief! Now and then I guess grief can be good somehow. And now I'm about to experience such a happening. If I can make a few more days I will be able to realize my 70th birth anniversary. I'm telling you for some time now the knowledge has been grieving me something furious. But I'm about to make it to the 70th and that is good.
If life begins at conception I actually turned 70 back one day in October. We don't talk about life when we have a birthday, they are only based on when you cleared the canal. Soooo, it is a birth anniversary not how old one might be.
I'll probably never know when I topped the hill and started down the other side but if I make it past 70 then my downhill slide began higher than 35. The thing about the 70 has nothing to do with my physical self, at least I don't think I feel any older than I felt years ago. But mentally it works on me big time.
70 is only a number that one can use to gauge how far down the hill they've gone and 70 is a far piece down the hill. It tells me that I'm getting very close to the bottom where that born with ultimate goal that no one escapes awaits me.
Life has had it's ups and downs but overall I think we've been treated pretty nice and hope like the dickens that Obama and his lot doesn't screw that up before we get clear to the bottom and my meeting.
"Look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience; for health is the second blessing that money cannot buy; therefore value it, and be thankful for it." - Izaak Walton
If life begins at conception I actually turned 70 back one day in October. We don't talk about life when we have a birthday, they are only based on when you cleared the canal. Soooo, it is a birth anniversary not how old one might be.
I'll probably never know when I topped the hill and started down the other side but if I make it past 70 then my downhill slide began higher than 35. The thing about the 70 has nothing to do with my physical self, at least I don't think I feel any older than I felt years ago. But mentally it works on me big time.
70 is only a number that one can use to gauge how far down the hill they've gone and 70 is a far piece down the hill. It tells me that I'm getting very close to the bottom where that born with ultimate goal that no one escapes awaits me.
Life has had it's ups and downs but overall I think we've been treated pretty nice and hope like the dickens that Obama and his lot doesn't screw that up before we get clear to the bottom and my meeting.
"Look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience; for health is the second blessing that money cannot buy; therefore value it, and be thankful for it." - Izaak Walton
7-20
In the cool, cool of the morning, we're so glad to be here. But, Glenda had a few things to take care of in Jeff City yesterday so she ended up enjoying the cool, cool tooling along in the car, car leaving me to guard the shack and pack. None of us three, Tomi, Mikey nor I, like hanging around here without a human being present but for me it is a rather. I like to be where I'm needed and the Jeff City things to take care of don't need me.
The lake is so calm and not a boat zipping about anywhere, at least as of yet. Makes my mind slip back to some of the wonderful peaceful winter days that we used to enjoy sitting here...........Had to stop typing for awhile because the trip back was so enjoyable I had to run several of those days through the mind and the happy there deserved all my attention.
Aren't good memories great! When they're good you don't really need to be there to enjoy the experience over and over again. Probably best you're not there. You know how much a memory can be enhanced by time.
Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.~ Winston Churchill
The lake is so calm and not a boat zipping about anywhere, at least as of yet. Makes my mind slip back to some of the wonderful peaceful winter days that we used to enjoy sitting here...........Had to stop typing for awhile because the trip back was so enjoyable I had to run several of those days through the mind and the happy there deserved all my attention.
Aren't good memories great! When they're good you don't really need to be there to enjoy the experience over and over again. Probably best you're not there. You know how much a memory can be enhanced by time.
Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.~ Winston Churchill
7-19
RECYCLE, RECYCLE, RECYCLE!
Boy, in this ultra hot weather it sure is refreshing to float around on a noodle in the lake. And............ You don't need to stay a 'shithead' either. With a shower using soft water and the proper shampoo, you can wash that Lake Ozark sewer water right down the drain and into the septic tank where it should be.
RECYCLE, RECYCLE, RECYCLE!
On the walk I see quite a few box turtles crossing the road. I usually pick them up and put them off the road in the direction they were headed. I got to wondering if the turtles had a destination in mind or if they just crawled aimlessly and only crossed the road because it was in their path.
Anyway, yesterday I picked one up to carry off the road and he clammed up tight. Instead of moving it off the road I just set it back down but turned in the opposite direction from where he had been going. I moved up the road to watch if he corrected the turn or not. He didn't. He crawled back in the direction that I had turned him to. So I now know they just crawl around aimlessly. Turtles must be awfully lucky about what they run into because there are always plenty of small ones crawling around too.
There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.~Alfred North Whitehead
Boy, in this ultra hot weather it sure is refreshing to float around on a noodle in the lake. And............ You don't need to stay a 'shithead' either. With a shower using soft water and the proper shampoo, you can wash that Lake Ozark sewer water right down the drain and into the septic tank where it should be.
RECYCLE, RECYCLE, RECYCLE!
On the walk I see quite a few box turtles crossing the road. I usually pick them up and put them off the road in the direction they were headed. I got to wondering if the turtles had a destination in mind or if they just crawled aimlessly and only crossed the road because it was in their path.
Anyway, yesterday I picked one up to carry off the road and he clammed up tight. Instead of moving it off the road I just set it back down but turned in the opposite direction from where he had been going. I moved up the road to watch if he corrected the turn or not. He didn't. He crawled back in the direction that I had turned him to. So I now know they just crawl around aimlessly. Turtles must be awfully lucky about what they run into because there are always plenty of small ones crawling around too.
There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.~Alfred North Whitehead
7-18
Not much more than hot going on around here. Usually the most pleasurable and exciting thing that happens is watching the sun come up. Did you ever notice how quick that happens. First you see a tiny bit edge up over the trees across the way then wamo bamo it's all up staring at you like an evil eye. If you look away when it first starts it's move, you can miss the whole thing. It changes the whole world in the blink of an eye. To me, when the sun gets up, a new day has officially begun. When it's cloudy and the sun is obscured, it's a free day. One of the days where you read or such stuff. They are so nice you don't even care about an official start.
In case you're thinking, because I find so much pleasure and excitement in the raising sun, that maybe I ought to get a life.........shame on you! I have one! That is the main reason I find so much excitement and pleasure in seeing the sun rise another time.
I came into this world not knowing why but I have learned the reason since. My mother and father got together and I was begot. I don't know any of the details of that happening or if anything went wrong and don't want to. However the thought that something was amiss still lingers.
There have been several times where I've realized or admitted to myself a few short comings. Enough of these times for me to doubt that the strongest and best little swimmer was the one to smack the egg. Lots of things and lots of times, but observing my siblings over the years was the primary convincer. Sure, it could have been that I was marched in by a different drummer but I don't believe that was the case. A weaker swimmer just happened to stumble into the mass first.
That could help explain my whole life thereafter. Stumblebum, that's me. I've stumbled all across the life clear out into retirement so far. I'm not unhappy about it but I can't help wondering what it would have been if the best little swimmer hadn't been so cocky or whatever his problem was in not making the hit.
There is more to this subject bumping around in my mind but I've lost interest in typing it out. Too bad I didn't lose interest after, 'Not much else', since that pretty well described the complete content.
"What has been will be again. What has been done will be done again... [Ecclesiastes 1:9]" - Bible
In case you're thinking, because I find so much pleasure and excitement in the raising sun, that maybe I ought to get a life.........shame on you! I have one! That is the main reason I find so much excitement and pleasure in seeing the sun rise another time.
I came into this world not knowing why but I have learned the reason since. My mother and father got together and I was begot. I don't know any of the details of that happening or if anything went wrong and don't want to. However the thought that something was amiss still lingers.
There have been several times where I've realized or admitted to myself a few short comings. Enough of these times for me to doubt that the strongest and best little swimmer was the one to smack the egg. Lots of things and lots of times, but observing my siblings over the years was the primary convincer. Sure, it could have been that I was marched in by a different drummer but I don't believe that was the case. A weaker swimmer just happened to stumble into the mass first.
That could help explain my whole life thereafter. Stumblebum, that's me. I've stumbled all across the life clear out into retirement so far. I'm not unhappy about it but I can't help wondering what it would have been if the best little swimmer hadn't been so cocky or whatever his problem was in not making the hit.
There is more to this subject bumping around in my mind but I've lost interest in typing it out. Too bad I didn't lose interest after, 'Not much else', since that pretty well described the complete content.
"What has been will be again. What has been done will be done again... [Ecclesiastes 1:9]" - Bible
7-11
I carry a camera on my daily walks as you might already know. Anyway when something along the walk clicks my AW I take a photo of it.... Nah, in this part of the country I just take a pitcher. There are times when later, as I view the results the AW clicker doesn't portray all of the AW I thought had clicked me.
My thought is that if a picture is worth a thousand words there are times when it comes up many, many words short of conveying near all of what I thought I was looking at when I aimed and pushed the button.
Maybe I've just got a cheap camera? I surely didn't think so when we bought it but evidently a lot of money to a cheapskate isn't very much.
There are no facts, only interpretations.- Friedrich Nietzsche
My thought is that if a picture is worth a thousand words there are times when it comes up many, many words short of conveying near all of what I thought I was looking at when I aimed and pushed the button.
Maybe I've just got a cheap camera? I surely didn't think so when we bought it but evidently a lot of money to a cheapskate isn't very much.
There are no facts, only interpretations.- Friedrich Nietzsche
6-24
Lolling around in bed this morning, after a couple cups of coffee and past hearing the news and weather, I was eager to go. I did take time, as I leered at Glenda, to tell her I thought the conditions were just about perfect for a couple of things today.
She agreed and said that with the forecasted near 80* temperature coupled with a strong wind, one of the aforementioned would be flying a kite. Then she stated that if I was going to make anything at all it will be a kite, So as to take advantage of that near perfect condition I probably should get started.
That remark quickly slapped the pulsating passion right out of me and the inferred rejection made me feel pretty crappy. Anyway, I got up and went about my chores while trying to shake that bad feeling. Was doing real good too, until I cleaned out Tomi's litter box. While viewing the contents of the dust pan, the crappy feeling returned.
I'm feeling better now and it's about time to take the daily walk. The walk is long enough to clear my head of any crap residue and it also makes my body hum.
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"Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains." - Giovanni Ruffini
She agreed and said that with the forecasted near 80* temperature coupled with a strong wind, one of the aforementioned would be flying a kite. Then she stated that if I was going to make anything at all it will be a kite, So as to take advantage of that near perfect condition I probably should get started.
That remark quickly slapped the pulsating passion right out of me and the inferred rejection made me feel pretty crappy. Anyway, I got up and went about my chores while trying to shake that bad feeling. Was doing real good too, until I cleaned out Tomi's litter box. While viewing the contents of the dust pan, the crappy feeling returned.
I'm feeling better now and it's about time to take the daily walk. The walk is long enough to clear my head of any crap residue and it also makes my body hum.
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"Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains." - Giovanni Ruffini
Have you ever been sitting in your car at a stop light when a deep deep base sounding boom boom began tickling at your ear holes? Then it continues to become louder and louder, so loud that it interferes with any thought process you might have running at the time and turning the up-curled sides of your lips to droop almost to your chin. As your mirror and some parts on your dash begin to vibrate a small car passes in front of you with all it's windows down, enabling you to determine the cause.
It's caused by some young person not wanting to face reality and to avoid such they spend what they can get their hands on buying speakers for their car. They then turn the thing up as loud as it will go to where they, nor anyone close, can possibly think. La la, without conscience thought there can be no reality.
Now if you can imagine sitting in a room with about forty of those cars down in front of you, all tuned to the same blasting sound and turned up to the max you might understand why some of this lake living isn't so good especially on a holiday weekend.
Those happy time boat riders and their un-muffled engines makes so much noise that it seeps into the house right through the walls and windows. Even as loud as all they are we can still hear above it, the whap as our wave lifted dock slams back down from it's air ride.
Those kind of things seem to tighten me up all over. Among other things, my toes curl and I become constipated for a couple days.
Today all that is going to slow down but memories will linger, do I sound full of crap to you?
"People who cannot recognize a palpable absurdity are very much in the way of civilization." - Agnes Repplier
It's caused by some young person not wanting to face reality and to avoid such they spend what they can get their hands on buying speakers for their car. They then turn the thing up as loud as it will go to where they, nor anyone close, can possibly think. La la, without conscience thought there can be no reality.
Now if you can imagine sitting in a room with about forty of those cars down in front of you, all tuned to the same blasting sound and turned up to the max you might understand why some of this lake living isn't so good especially on a holiday weekend.
Those happy time boat riders and their un-muffled engines makes so much noise that it seeps into the house right through the walls and windows. Even as loud as all they are we can still hear above it, the whap as our wave lifted dock slams back down from it's air ride.
Those kind of things seem to tighten me up all over. Among other things, my toes curl and I become constipated for a couple days.
Today all that is going to slow down but memories will linger, do I sound full of crap to you?
"People who cannot recognize a palpable absurdity are very much in the way of civilization." - Agnes Repplier
Sure was a cold walk this morning. My exhale fogged and rose to about eye height and even with the hard wind I had to turn my head to the side to be able to see. Brrr!
I noticed that the trees were being forced to continually bow to mother because of the very strong winds that she was subjecting them to. Unfortunately, all that got me to thinking. Those poor trees, many over 100 years old, have suffered through all kinds of abuse and thousands of trials and tribulations during their long life all provided by mother. Yet there they still stand with her as they reach toward the heavens. Seems they must be very forgiving or just really dumb.
Slipping into all that thinking came a thought of my own case of near 27 years of some abuse and weathering through many trial and tribulation events yet, tho I do raise do my arms toward the heavens a lot, here I still am with nary a thought of leaving ever happening. Yep that's me, very forgiving and dumb as a tree.
Not for sure but there is a slight possibility that I've created a few negatives for the other half yet she is still here too. Guess that could mean we're both dumb as a tree?
Tribulation will not hurt you, unless it does - what alas! It too often does - unless it hardens you and makes you sour and narrow and skeptical. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin
I noticed that the trees were being forced to continually bow to mother because of the very strong winds that she was subjecting them to. Unfortunately, all that got me to thinking. Those poor trees, many over 100 years old, have suffered through all kinds of abuse and thousands of trials and tribulations during their long life all provided by mother. Yet there they still stand with her as they reach toward the heavens. Seems they must be very forgiving or just really dumb.
Slipping into all that thinking came a thought of my own case of near 27 years of some abuse and weathering through many trial and tribulation events yet, tho I do raise do my arms toward the heavens a lot, here I still am with nary a thought of leaving ever happening. Yep that's me, very forgiving and dumb as a tree.
Not for sure but there is a slight possibility that I've created a few negatives for the other half yet she is still here too. Guess that could mean we're both dumb as a tree?
Tribulation will not hurt you, unless it does - what alas! It too often does - unless it hardens you and makes you sour and narrow and skeptical. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin
This, can't talk guy, has been my near constant companion and walking buddy for as long as I can remember. So long in fact that I can hear his thoughts. Just this morning he, being a friendly cuss, thought me to send you a hello wave from him, so there it is below.
I'm a little worried about him as it seems he is ageing along with me but not doing quite as well. Thankfully, he still retains enough mobility to accompany me most places and I sure do hope that ability continues! It would probably kill me or at least put me in bed full time if something should happen to him.
I notice him limping every so often and then too when I need to work on something near the ground I have found it easier to do if I lay down to do it. When that type work comes along my buddy disappears. After the job is finished and as I get up to my feet he is back and getting up with me. Sad to see but he has a hell of a time getting to his.
I've noticed quite a few other areas that he has a few problems working through but it's too depressing to think about now. He sure has been a long time loyal friend and I hate to see what age is doing to him. But, since we're about the same age, his problems will more than likely be something I'll also need to work through one of these days. Dread, dread
I'm a little worried about him as it seems he is ageing along with me but not doing quite as well. Thankfully, he still retains enough mobility to accompany me most places and I sure do hope that ability continues! It would probably kill me or at least put me in bed full time if something should happen to him.
I notice him limping every so often and then too when I need to work on something near the ground I have found it easier to do if I lay down to do it. When that type work comes along my buddy disappears. After the job is finished and as I get up to my feet he is back and getting up with me. Sad to see but he has a hell of a time getting to his.
I've noticed quite a few other areas that he has a few problems working through but it's too depressing to think about now. He sure has been a long time loyal friend and I hate to see what age is doing to him. But, since we're about the same age, his problems will more than likely be something I'll also need to work through one of these days. Dread, dread
6-14
while walking the main road I'm hit and killed by a motorist and it is reported as a suicide don't believe it. A lot of the vehicles that I meet hardy move over away from me as they speed by. I do step off the road in a timely manner but the shoulder doesn't allow for more than one giant step most of the time.
So far this spring I've seen seven small snakes flattened near the edge of the road. When I step off the road I try to make sure I've a snake free step available but once in awhile I have got to hurry the process. Boy, if ever after the step I realize I had missed seeing............WHOA!
I can see the writing; Yes, the lady said, he stepped off the road so I know he saw me coming but then he jumped right back out in front of my car. He timed it exactly correct as there was not any time at all to turn the steering wheel. He truly wanted to go! Now, who's going to repair my car?
"Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth's many burdens; as we get older we are exempted from more and more, and float upward in our heedlessness, singing Gratia Dei sum quod sum." - John Updike
So far this spring I've seen seven small snakes flattened near the edge of the road. When I step off the road I try to make sure I've a snake free step available but once in awhile I have got to hurry the process. Boy, if ever after the step I realize I had missed seeing............WHOA!
I can see the writing; Yes, the lady said, he stepped off the road so I know he saw me coming but then he jumped right back out in front of my car. He timed it exactly correct as there was not any time at all to turn the steering wheel. He truly wanted to go! Now, who's going to repair my car?
"Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth's many burdens; as we get older we are exempted from more and more, and float upward in our heedlessness, singing Gratia Dei sum quod sum." - John Updike
5-20
I've read all the mail this morning including several sites that we subscribe to searching for a topic to carry up here onto my soapbox. Something must not be clicking in my head because if I found a topic my quick as a snake mind must have ran past without taking the time to recognize it. That or because of my down in the dirt crawly snaky mind, it passed so far over my head that I missed it. All this means is the same old challenge to type anything worthwhile is still as strong as ever.
Aw, don't let me bug you!
"Forget where you have been earlier. What matters is where you are now."Unknown
Aw, don't let me bug you!
"Forget where you have been earlier. What matters is where you are now."Unknown
Whoopee-do! Woke up several hours ago to find another day staring me in the face. I don't know for sure how long it had been doing that but I wasn't at all unhappy about it. Actually we may have saved a little money because I didn't need to turn any lights on as I went to procure the first cup of coffee for Dory and myself.
There was a time that I might have been a little aggravated about sleeping past the regular getup time but those days are long gone. Now I'm able to see some blessings that have always been there but I guess were taken for granted. It is a great blessing to be given another day no matter what time it starts. How can so many of us not realize the greatness of retaining enough mobility to rise and face the new day with only a few pains and aches to groan past. Even if the mobility isn't, there is enough joy to find in the mind to still be classified as one of the truly great and wonderful blessings that none of us could live without.
If a person took the time to really think only about all the blessings received they wouldn't be able to do it in their lifetime. And I'm not going to say if that was all a person ever thought of he probably wouldn't live long anyway. The multi-million thoughts that one has everyday, some are what puts food in their mouths and possible happiness in their minds... This note could go on and on too but it won't because some new thoughts have made themselves known and the possibility of something more exciting than this can't be very hard to happen.
Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly? A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.
There was a time that I might have been a little aggravated about sleeping past the regular getup time but those days are long gone. Now I'm able to see some blessings that have always been there but I guess were taken for granted. It is a great blessing to be given another day no matter what time it starts. How can so many of us not realize the greatness of retaining enough mobility to rise and face the new day with only a few pains and aches to groan past. Even if the mobility isn't, there is enough joy to find in the mind to still be classified as one of the truly great and wonderful blessings that none of us could live without.
If a person took the time to really think only about all the blessings received they wouldn't be able to do it in their lifetime. And I'm not going to say if that was all a person ever thought of he probably wouldn't live long anyway. The multi-million thoughts that one has everyday, some are what puts food in their mouths and possible happiness in their minds... This note could go on and on too but it won't because some new thoughts have made themselves known and the possibility of something more exciting than this can't be very hard to happen.
Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly? A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.
5-19
A good way to help a good day be a little better is to try finding something to admire in every view that your eyes take in. At least for the first hour or so but longer or even all day would be better. I try this and find that the looking does slow one down enough to smell the flowers and to soak in a little of the glory.
Ha, even a snake has qualities to be admired if you take the time to really look at it. To some this is not a feasible option unless the snake is behind a glass enclosure or lying on the ground with it's head cut off. Most have really interesting patterns over their bodies in case you've never taken the time to look.
I know there are some questions forming in your minds like this one. In my pursuit of finding something to admire in every view how do I avoid looking into a mirror as I prepare for the day? The answer is I don't. I simply pick up the electric shaver with it's trim lines and put it to my face before I look into the mirror. Tho I don't like to shave, this neat object does a fine job and I do admire the results obtained by its use.
Yeah, during my shower I pretty much keep my eyes closed. Having washed it for over 69 years I'm familiar enough to clean the whole thing with my eyes shut and towel off too.
Over a day's time, for a variety of reasons, there are so many many seen things that can be admired. Tho beauty might top the list, it may only serve to slow you enough that you can see beyond it to the really admirable qualities. It's just too bad most of us are too busy or too preoccupied to take a few seconds to appreciate the little gifts that our eyes present.
There is nothing that I know more than very little about but if simple patter was worth cash money and I could find a buyer we might better be able to afford our few trips to town, don't you know.
Beauty is all about us, but how many are blind! They look at the wonder of this earth and seem to see nothing. -Pau (Pablo) Casals
Ha, even a snake has qualities to be admired if you take the time to really look at it. To some this is not a feasible option unless the snake is behind a glass enclosure or lying on the ground with it's head cut off. Most have really interesting patterns over their bodies in case you've never taken the time to look.
I know there are some questions forming in your minds like this one. In my pursuit of finding something to admire in every view how do I avoid looking into a mirror as I prepare for the day? The answer is I don't. I simply pick up the electric shaver with it's trim lines and put it to my face before I look into the mirror. Tho I don't like to shave, this neat object does a fine job and I do admire the results obtained by its use.
Yeah, during my shower I pretty much keep my eyes closed. Having washed it for over 69 years I'm familiar enough to clean the whole thing with my eyes shut and towel off too.
Over a day's time, for a variety of reasons, there are so many many seen things that can be admired. Tho beauty might top the list, it may only serve to slow you enough that you can see beyond it to the really admirable qualities. It's just too bad most of us are too busy or too preoccupied to take a few seconds to appreciate the little gifts that our eyes present.
There is nothing that I know more than very little about but if simple patter was worth cash money and I could find a buyer we might better be able to afford our few trips to town, don't you know.
Beauty is all about us, but how many are blind! They look at the wonder of this earth and seem to see nothing. -Pau (Pablo) Casals
5-18
As poor as the stuff is that comes out my mouth I still think it has a better connection to my mind than my three typing fingers. When they pose above the keyboard and reach up to the mind for something to type, mostly emptiness is what they encounter. With the desire to type something coming from somewhere, they end up picking among the dregs as most anyone who has read the results can attest to.
The problem may lie with my, overly stored body for hard times coming, along with it's undesirable, 'keep something moving,' behavioral pattern. I think it takes so much to run and operate this large body with it's little quirk, that my subconscious mind ends up taxing it's mental resource pool. That huge draw renders my conscious mind with barely enough power to connect with my, close to it, mouth but comes up a bit short extending clear down to my fingers, leaving the fingers with nothing to choose from but the lower lying excrement....err I mean crap, to type about.
So now we know.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches. — Alice Roosevelt Longworth
The problem may lie with my, overly stored body for hard times coming, along with it's undesirable, 'keep something moving,' behavioral pattern. I think it takes so much to run and operate this large body with it's little quirk, that my subconscious mind ends up taxing it's mental resource pool. That huge draw renders my conscious mind with barely enough power to connect with my, close to it, mouth but comes up a bit short extending clear down to my fingers, leaving the fingers with nothing to choose from but the lower lying excrement....err I mean crap, to type about.
So now we know.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches. — Alice Roosevelt Longworth
5-17
Here we've been blessed with another day to spend however we want to. And it has got top be spent today for it is impossible to save one. Now it is up to you, do you want a 'good time Charlie' or a 'good time Charlie's got the blues'.
Because I've come up empty in the head again or the thought trigger has a safety problem that won't allow it to fire, I'm going to add a short thing that I read on Boogie Jack by, I think his name is, Dennis Gaskin.
"This is who we are. A roiling river of consciousness comprised of who we were, who we are, and who we hope to become. Who we were and want to be are but a shadow and a ghost of who we are at the moment. Who we create ourselves to be each day is the master, though many give over their sovereignty of self to the shadow of the past."..
Heavy stuff huh? Well, maybe not heavy to you but it is to this sparsely educated cluck.
Now that I've gotten this far down the page, I personally believe it to be far enough for this attempt tho I realize some might think far enough was about nine lines up the page.
Only people who die very young learn all they really need to know in kindergarten.~Wendy Kaminer
Because I've come up empty in the head again or the thought trigger has a safety problem that won't allow it to fire, I'm going to add a short thing that I read on Boogie Jack by, I think his name is, Dennis Gaskin.
"This is who we are. A roiling river of consciousness comprised of who we were, who we are, and who we hope to become. Who we were and want to be are but a shadow and a ghost of who we are at the moment. Who we create ourselves to be each day is the master, though many give over their sovereignty of self to the shadow of the past."..
Heavy stuff huh? Well, maybe not heavy to you but it is to this sparsely educated cluck.
Now that I've gotten this far down the page, I personally believe it to be far enough for this attempt tho I realize some might think far enough was about nine lines up the page.
Only people who die very young learn all they really need to know in kindergarten.~Wendy Kaminer
5-16
Great day in the morning and if you do it right you could end up with the complete day being great. A good way to start is to do no more than lollygag around in bed late, watching TV and drinking coffee. Times like these are pretty nice and probably should do it more often.
Retirement sure does have it's legion of pluses! With the retired state we're in, the knowledge that even with tomorrow being a Tuesday, we can lollygag in again if we so desire warms our thoughts.
All the retirement created possibilities can warm ones thoughts and help greatly to make the days good. Not saying that our working days weren't good but there were always a daily influx of bad blowing across the good chimes. The sound of that near constant peal in your mind always seemed to put a big hurry on most of the days good. A rushed day's good is still good, but in the more uncivilized retired days, the good is by far much better.
Retirement does bring a few problems and I'm thinking about more than the smaller un-replaceable flow of cash. Without the monetary receiving obligation to a job we have time to let our minds wander here and there near full time. All this freedom in an unorganized mind is a real muddier to a quickly growing old head.
You know back when, I was always in a hurry yet time seemed to be a pretty slow mover. Now retired, with all the time I need for whatever, time is screeching past causing little time to type my once daily notes of nothing. It seems to be too much a struggle to find the necessary time to think of nothing to type rather than send nothing at all.
Aw well, I think I've got things up there too muddied up to go any further with this one!
"No man who is in a hurry is quite civilized." - William J. Durant
Retirement sure does have it's legion of pluses! With the retired state we're in, the knowledge that even with tomorrow being a Tuesday, we can lollygag in again if we so desire warms our thoughts.
All the retirement created possibilities can warm ones thoughts and help greatly to make the days good. Not saying that our working days weren't good but there were always a daily influx of bad blowing across the good chimes. The sound of that near constant peal in your mind always seemed to put a big hurry on most of the days good. A rushed day's good is still good, but in the more uncivilized retired days, the good is by far much better.
Retirement does bring a few problems and I'm thinking about more than the smaller un-replaceable flow of cash. Without the monetary receiving obligation to a job we have time to let our minds wander here and there near full time. All this freedom in an unorganized mind is a real muddier to a quickly growing old head.
You know back when, I was always in a hurry yet time seemed to be a pretty slow mover. Now retired, with all the time I need for whatever, time is screeching past causing little time to type my once daily notes of nothing. It seems to be too much a struggle to find the necessary time to think of nothing to type rather than send nothing at all.
Aw well, I think I've got things up there too muddied up to go any further with this one!
"No man who is in a hurry is quite civilized." - William J. Durant
3-30
have noticed, during my many years, that people fail to prioritize properly when it comes to many many things. Like, of the thousands of things that happen daily to you or around you, why is it that some pick a negative happening to carry around all day or longer as they ignore the 999 things that were of a positive nature. I suppose good is always taken for granted so as it comes it is just business as usual. Kinda like days and days pass without any snow accumulation then one day some happens. Do you hear anything about the good no snow days? Very little, but you are flat ass beat to death with the bitching about the one day of snow.
Sure this probably happens to all of us at one time or another. Unbelievably even I may have suffered the fate a couple of times but with Dory as my teacher, I've learned when you see it happen in someone else, let it go. That little pimple of negative can quickly be discarded and replaced with a larger bump, namely your ass. Changing a minor irritation to a major pain in the ass is not a good deal.
You shouldn't admit to another that he/she is low on your list of priorities either. One of the many ways that is accomplished is to tell another that you had planned to call/type but didn't have time or ran out of time..... Anyway you get the drift. A person has all the time to do anything they want, it is just a matter of priorities.
By the way, all the snow missed us again. Maybe a few flurries but mostly a scattering of rain drops forcing us to look for something else to bitch about.
"The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Sure this probably happens to all of us at one time or another. Unbelievably even I may have suffered the fate a couple of times but with Dory as my teacher, I've learned when you see it happen in someone else, let it go. That little pimple of negative can quickly be discarded and replaced with a larger bump, namely your ass. Changing a minor irritation to a major pain in the ass is not a good deal.
You shouldn't admit to another that he/she is low on your list of priorities either. One of the many ways that is accomplished is to tell another that you had planned to call/type but didn't have time or ran out of time..... Anyway you get the drift. A person has all the time to do anything they want, it is just a matter of priorities.
By the way, all the snow missed us again. Maybe a few flurries but mostly a scattering of rain drops forcing us to look for something else to bitch about.
"The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it." - Friedrich Nietzsche
3-29
Did you ever notice that when a dog accompanies you some place they usually walk beside you but a little to the rear. Not so with this cat! He walks to one side of you but always to the front. Kind of like he thinks he is the leader. Gosh, aren't pets a delight! One of the few instances that I can think of right now, where one can classify a real pain-in-the-ass as a delight. I'm not sure Tomi isn't trying to trip me down to his level.
"Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you." - William M. Thackeray
"Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you." - William M. Thackeray
3-25
Time flies when you're having fun and a few unhappy times doesn't seem to have much of a slowing effect. I've certainly experienced a lot of both in my lifetime yet as quick as a cat can wink an eye here I am fast approaching 70 years of age. On one hand I wouldn't object to a slowdown but experience noting that unhappy slows not, my plans are still to remain as happy as I can and just hang on and enjoy the ride. I am mighty thankful for the ride so far and can't help but feel strongly blessed to be able to keep on keeping on.
Don't know where all that came from because I don't feel old and the thoughts of being 70 has no negative influence at all. It's just that it seems so many would rather read and will pay more attention to a misfortune than a huge happy slash of words. Look at the news on television and in the newspapers, if it isn't a terrible or at least a pretty bad happening it isn't there.
Rain has delayed my morning stroll but I think I'll be able to get it in later in the day. For some time now I've increased the walk to a nice four miles and it seems to working out okay. Old sneaks some aches into my body each night but the walk pretty well moves them back out. Believe the walk has also been an immense help to my poor 'less painful everyday' ribs.
There isn't much here either so the quit thought just slipped up and slapped me! Damn, I should have had a V8!
Q: Is it common for 69+ year olds to have problems with short term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, it's just there are just so many stored there that finding the one you want to retrieve can become a problem.
Don't know where all that came from because I don't feel old and the thoughts of being 70 has no negative influence at all. It's just that it seems so many would rather read and will pay more attention to a misfortune than a huge happy slash of words. Look at the news on television and in the newspapers, if it isn't a terrible or at least a pretty bad happening it isn't there.
Rain has delayed my morning stroll but I think I'll be able to get it in later in the day. For some time now I've increased the walk to a nice four miles and it seems to working out okay. Old sneaks some aches into my body each night but the walk pretty well moves them back out. Believe the walk has also been an immense help to my poor 'less painful everyday' ribs.
There isn't much here either so the quit thought just slipped up and slapped me! Damn, I should have had a V8!
Q: Is it common for 69+ year olds to have problems with short term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, it's just there are just so many stored there that finding the one you want to retrieve can become a problem.
3-22
Well heck, let me tell you. Recently something happened to my lower back that somewhat affected my activities but no big deal. Before that aggravation gave up the ship a new pain began of which everyone said was a sciatic nerve problem. That really put a hitch in my walk and a few other things but I hung on. There were several times when my right leg was struck with so much ugg that I couldn't make it take another step. After a bit it would ease up some so limp on I would. That nerve problem lingered even after most of the back pain moved on. Finally mostly it too passed.
Wednesday I was unloading, from the pickup, a top heavy four legged swing holder when it attempted to topple off the other side of the truck. I grabbed and attempted to right it and won the battle. Lost the war tho as it yanked me very hard into the side of the truck bed resulting in what we think must be several damaged ribs. A bruise in the area and terrible pain that accompanies some activities. I also did a little something to cause some unhappiness when using my right arm in a few common ways.
I've attempted to make the best of the nasty situation and I believe it is a good deal better now. However, I still have an unhappy time when coughing, blowing my nose and then sneezing which almost puts me to my knees. Also the expulsion of other 'don't needs' can create a strong grimace if any kind of extra effort is required to move it on.
The act of sitting down is a fairly grim time but not near as bad as the getting up. Sleep works after the laying down pain subsides and it's helped if I don't need to turn over too much.
Oh well, I'm sure I'll be back to fine soon and then probably no more headaches either. But I do have a little worry about the real teeth I have left. A part of all these grimaces includes a bruxism of the darn things that could be grinding them down and at times actually creates a headache.
Each year time has been adding an additional burden, another calendar year, onto my shoulders. THANK THE LORD! The thing is, the load has me way out there in age. Yet
thankfully, I've not had much practice in handling the curses of old. So, I'm saying that at this time I'm getting some time in on the subject and can only hope that is a temporary situation.
By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere! - Billy Crystal
Wednesday I was unloading, from the pickup, a top heavy four legged swing holder when it attempted to topple off the other side of the truck. I grabbed and attempted to right it and won the battle. Lost the war tho as it yanked me very hard into the side of the truck bed resulting in what we think must be several damaged ribs. A bruise in the area and terrible pain that accompanies some activities. I also did a little something to cause some unhappiness when using my right arm in a few common ways.
I've attempted to make the best of the nasty situation and I believe it is a good deal better now. However, I still have an unhappy time when coughing, blowing my nose and then sneezing which almost puts me to my knees. Also the expulsion of other 'don't needs' can create a strong grimace if any kind of extra effort is required to move it on.
The act of sitting down is a fairly grim time but not near as bad as the getting up. Sleep works after the laying down pain subsides and it's helped if I don't need to turn over too much.
Oh well, I'm sure I'll be back to fine soon and then probably no more headaches either. But I do have a little worry about the real teeth I have left. A part of all these grimaces includes a bruxism of the darn things that could be grinding them down and at times actually creates a headache.
Each year time has been adding an additional burden, another calendar year, onto my shoulders. THANK THE LORD! The thing is, the load has me way out there in age. Yet
thankfully, I've not had much practice in handling the curses of old. So, I'm saying that at this time I'm getting some time in on the subject and can only hope that is a temporary situation.
By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere! - Billy Crystal
3-14
A little tap here, a little tap there and suddenly a few words might appear. Depending on who is doing the tapping it could be a bunch of meaningful words but with me, as usual it just doesn't happen. Nothing ventured, nothing gained doesn't mean with the guts to venture you will be automatically rewarded with a gain either. I cannot for the life of me figure out what I could even come close to calling a gain by venturing into this kind of crap as often as I do. But dumb hangs around me like old clothes and because, here is another stab at it. All for nothing again.
Come to think of it, if my venture is wasted and so no gain, might I lose a little weight here every morning? Wait! For me, a weight loss would almost certainly be a gain! Oh life is just so complicated for some of us!
It is 35* here this morning but it is snowing big time and the ground is already pretty well covered. Surely it won't amount to much?
"Success lies not so much in not falling, as in rising, every time you fall."~Anon
Come to think of it, if my venture is wasted and so no gain, might I lose a little weight here every morning? Wait! For me, a weight loss would almost certainly be a gain! Oh life is just so complicated for some of us!
It is 35* here this morning but it is snowing big time and the ground is already pretty well covered. Surely it won't amount to much?
"Success lies not so much in not falling, as in rising, every time you fall."~Anon
3/10
PONDER. Ponder is a good and well used word when you live on the banks of the man made Lake of the Ozarks. Like, if while fishing from the dock you find a nail head that needs to be put back down, you ponder the importance because it would require a climb up to the garage for a hammer. The same with a small repair job in the house. Any kind of repair almost always requires one more little tool from the garage that after you've looked the house over for some kind of substitute and failed, requires some pondering.
At most all the lake homes, no matter where you're standing 'it's all uphill from here' is appropriate. It doesn't make any difference but when we go out to greet a visitor they always look down on us from seventeen steps above. Yep, living here sure has it's ups and downs.
As many hills as there are one would think that a long walk would be half easy as in walking down the other side of the hill you just climbed. Believe me, some of the hills are so steep that climbing up one is way easier than walking down the other side. They are not so steep that one needs to worry about bumping his head on the road behind him but we do have a few steepies. WHAT A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE!
"Home is the place where we are treated the best, but grumble the most." - Source Unknown
At most all the lake homes, no matter where you're standing 'it's all uphill from here' is appropriate. It doesn't make any difference but when we go out to greet a visitor they always look down on us from seventeen steps above. Yep, living here sure has it's ups and downs.
As many hills as there are one would think that a long walk would be half easy as in walking down the other side of the hill you just climbed. Believe me, some of the hills are so steep that climbing up one is way easier than walking down the other side. They are not so steep that one needs to worry about bumping his head on the road behind him but we do have a few steepies. WHAT A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE!
"Home is the place where we are treated the best, but grumble the most." - Source Unknown
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
03/09
Not a thing on my mind worth bending my three fingers for. Of course I realize that part isn't any different than all the other days! I know what I know and my biggest know right now is no, I'm not typing anything else. I'm in a struggle with an almost complete lack of desire to do almost anything and everything. That lack caught up and enveloped me yesterday and so far I haven't even been able to get one of my fingers out of the fog. It's a rotten feeling so I'm sure, just as rot goes, it will drop away soon tho the smell may linger for a spell.
I'm going to blame it on the all day rain we recieved yesterday and the clouds that linger and threaten still. Only dumped .9" from the rain catching measuring device this morning. Sure seemed like it rained more than that!
No one, Eleanor Roosevelt said, can make you feel inferior or dumb without your consent. Never give it.~Marian Wright Edelman
I'm going to blame it on the all day rain we recieved yesterday and the clouds that linger and threaten still. Only dumped .9" from the rain catching measuring device this morning. Sure seemed like it rained more than that!
No one, Eleanor Roosevelt said, can make you feel inferior or dumb without your consent. Never give it.~Marian Wright Edelman
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
3/6
What? Another day here already? Seems to be, tho the sun hasn't joined us yet the gentle but cool breeze out of the north is trying it's best to propel it up. Here, in our protected place, we can never be sure from which direction the wind comes, but the bottom of the windsock does drift somewhat to the south....which means nothing more than there is a breeze. The temperature indicator on the wall says it is 33 degrees outside at this time. Somehow I knew this information would be welcomed by you. That instead of a sorrowful tale of woe would be my choice too.
Good for me I'm not woeful, good for you I don't have a tale either. I either haft to sign off or make up something to wag.
Sad, but true it is, most everyday I send a note, waging and waging but very seldom with a tale to type. It generally doesn't take reading to the tail end to discover the fact either but the end of this one is here.
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. ----- Orison Sweet Marden
Good for me I'm not woeful, good for you I don't have a tale either. I either haft to sign off or make up something to wag.
Sad, but true it is, most everyday I send a note, waging and waging but very seldom with a tale to type. It generally doesn't take reading to the tail end to discover the fact either but the end of this one is here.
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. ----- Orison Sweet Marden
3/5
I do have a few friends! Mikey is kind of a friend but Tomi is almost always by my side while I'm downstairs in the house. Friends can be a pain! He set's on the chair arm or between it and my leg and after awhile........... He also lays against my arm and the back of the recliner every so often. He purrs a lot and the next thing I know he is dry humping on the chair arm yet still purring. It began with him trying to mount my forearm but I put the end to that so he does it without me. I don't know what to do about it. You know, him stuck in this house full time with the same food over and over I kind of feel sorry for the little guy.
I have another buddy that seems to be only a fair weather friend. If the weather is good he does my walk with me. He is friendly and a quick learner and has picked up the ability to wave, along with me, at the people in the vehicles that pass us by. I've noticed that he is a curious guy especially in the summer when all the trees have fully leafed out. During that time I miss him every so often as I guess he explores some of our surroundings. In a little bit he's back only to go off again. Some of the time he leads, some he follows and then he may walk beside me on one side then the other.
He is a good walker tho he sure looks old and fat. I got him to pause long enough to get a picture where he is waving to you a hello. Kind of a creepy acting and looking thing but he seems like someone I should know very well. After all, I've pretty much seen HIM somewhere around me almost forever. I just didn't pay too much attention until I began my walks.
Last years total counted daily walks totaled 1,120 miles. So far this year I've only accumulated 203 miles. Don't think that's too bad considering the weather we've had. Only one day was spent on the treadmill.......I HATE THAT THING!
I have another buddy that seems to be only a fair weather friend. If the weather is good he does my walk with me. He is friendly and a quick learner and has picked up the ability to wave, along with me, at the people in the vehicles that pass us by. I've noticed that he is a curious guy especially in the summer when all the trees have fully leafed out. During that time I miss him every so often as I guess he explores some of our surroundings. In a little bit he's back only to go off again. Some of the time he leads, some he follows and then he may walk beside me on one side then the other.
He is a good walker tho he sure looks old and fat. I got him to pause long enough to get a picture where he is waving to you a hello. Kind of a creepy acting and looking thing but he seems like someone I should know very well. After all, I've pretty much seen HIM somewhere around me almost forever. I just didn't pay too much attention until I began my walks.
Last years total counted daily walks totaled 1,120 miles. So far this year I've only accumulated 203 miles. Don't think that's too bad considering the weather we've had. Only one day was spent on the treadmill.......I HATE THAT THING!
3/2
What'cha gonna do when the well runs dry, you gonna run away and hide. But big stupid here keeps priming the old empty hole hoping maybe a tiny little bit of worthy thoughts to type might be pumped up. As I realize again that it's failing, I attempt to grasp a positive out of the failed effort. Only thing I've been able to come up with is the possibility that all the priming and pumping might keep the old hole pretty clean and free of nasty sick thought debris that has a tendency to fall into any unguarded available opening. When the pump gets tired I'll try doing some manual stuff that can fill up most of the empty while aligning needed procedure for the task.
Say now! In my defense, before you tally your judgment sheet on my mental state, I might admit to some affliction of stupid but crazy I'm not! The possibility that my oversized body is using a lot of the nutrients or whatever which may be leaving the mind a little short of it's requirements might contribute to the stupid but it's not near enough shortage to do me mentally ill!
Our deep freeze fizzled out yesterday which is contributing some to the mental problems. I believe we caught things soon enough and thanks to the unknowing Struebbe's, I'm sure things will work out okay. A new deep freeze should be plugged in here today. The old one died after around 30 years. The guy at the place where we made arrangements for the new one stated that he doubted it would last quite that long. He seemed to be honest and we wouldn't doubt that statement at all tho we can still hope.
"Man's greatest freedom is the freedom of his mind."~Anon
Say now! In my defense, before you tally your judgment sheet on my mental state, I might admit to some affliction of stupid but crazy I'm not! The possibility that my oversized body is using a lot of the nutrients or whatever which may be leaving the mind a little short of it's requirements might contribute to the stupid but it's not near enough shortage to do me mentally ill!
Our deep freeze fizzled out yesterday which is contributing some to the mental problems. I believe we caught things soon enough and thanks to the unknowing Struebbe's, I'm sure things will work out okay. A new deep freeze should be plugged in here today. The old one died after around 30 years. The guy at the place where we made arrangements for the new one stated that he doubted it would last quite that long. He seemed to be honest and we wouldn't doubt that statement at all tho we can still hope.
"Man's greatest freedom is the freedom of his mind."~Anon
2/28
With good intentions I try to send a humorous note to some relatives and a few friends every so often but alas, even I realize most of them fall far too short of this goal. However, due to my unaccountable stupid desire I keep giving'er a shot. One would think typing something out should be pretty easy but this every day stuff just kills you. After awhile the, 'oh what to type', sure becomes a problem for me! As huge of a problem it is, it isn't the largest obstacle that I need to overcome. The big thing is sending stuff with the knowledge that almost each note adds another bit of confirmation of my ignorance and stupidity to that huge garden that I've unfortunately cultivated in your minds over the years.
It sure did blow last night. Guess my walk will reveal to me any problems that may have resulted. And, in case you didn't know, this link will reveal to you who the doctor was that gave me those magic words. magic words <<
Ignorance is only the lack of knowledge, while gross stupidity is ignoring the knowledge and allowing desire or a hard head to prompt you to proceed anyway.~ Fatcheapas
It sure did blow last night. Guess my walk will reveal to me any problems that may have resulted. And, in case you didn't know, this link will reveal to you who the doctor was that gave me those magic words. magic words <<
Ignorance is only the lack of knowledge, while gross stupidity is ignoring the knowledge and allowing desire or a hard head to prompt you to proceed anyway.~ Fatcheapas
2/27
In an attempt to gain a little more like from you for my notes and maybe a little for myself I'm going to type on here some secret words that I learned back in the late 50's. I used it on a live person one time in 1959 and it sure did seem to work then. At least I thought it did for a long long time then I found out that I was the only one of the two of us who walked the line.
Anyway, it is said these words came from a doctor and I'm trying them again for a little different reason 52 years later even tho they fooled me before.
"Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang, Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang."
By the way, it's hard to type a note when one has nothing to say and their brain is locked because of a bunch of partial memories clanging around in there trying to put themselves together. Can't remember my first memory but I've spent over 69 years alive so I've surly added a few to the pile. No wonder they're such a mess.
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Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.~Carl Sandburg
Anyway, it is said these words came from a doctor and I'm trying them again for a little different reason 52 years later even tho they fooled me before.
"Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang, Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang."
By the way, it's hard to type a note when one has nothing to say and their brain is locked because of a bunch of partial memories clanging around in there trying to put themselves together. Can't remember my first memory but I've spent over 69 years alive so I've surly added a few to the pile. No wonder they're such a mess.
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Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.~Carl Sandburg
2/24
Gee! I'm thankful for the free 1-click answers program. Wouldn't be able to do as little as I do without it. I've even discovered the difference between aught and ought as well as further and farther. Yes, I probably learned that in school but my goodness, that was over fifty two years ago. And that was back when I didn't pay too much attention to learning so I may not have ever known the difference.
Too late I see the error of my ways. I've swam through life clear out here into the middle of old, only to discover that I didn't bring along enough real knowledge to keep me afloat. I've really got to kick to stay here.
The computer is a really good kicking exercise and I'm learning a lot through it but still not enough to float yet. Part of the reasons you get these messages is from my compelling desire to keep my head up without kicking.
Too much I've read on the internet this morning making me too tired to sit here much longer. There is no telling what you missed.....Happily I'm sure. I've found one of the ways that I can really bring happiness to most others is to type very little or not at all. Only selfishness and the desire to float without kicking makes me keep doing it.
I Like our animals too much to be kicking them around and Lord knows it turns out too painful to take any of my frustrations out on Glenda. Where does that leave me? Sending messages. Poor, uninteresting and sometimes a tad nasty but it is an outlet that relieves internal pressures and decreases tummy pains and the chance for ulcers.
I don't eat at the computer either. That may have something to do with the fact that I can't chew and type at the same time.....Can't hardly type anyway but the most difficult time is trying to type while Glenda is chewing and she always seems to have something to chew about......."And I helped".
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"He is useless on top of the ground; he ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages." - Mark Twain
Too late I see the error of my ways. I've swam through life clear out here into the middle of old, only to discover that I didn't bring along enough real knowledge to keep me afloat. I've really got to kick to stay here.
The computer is a really good kicking exercise and I'm learning a lot through it but still not enough to float yet. Part of the reasons you get these messages is from my compelling desire to keep my head up without kicking.
Too much I've read on the internet this morning making me too tired to sit here much longer. There is no telling what you missed.....Happily I'm sure. I've found one of the ways that I can really bring happiness to most others is to type very little or not at all. Only selfishness and the desire to float without kicking makes me keep doing it.
I Like our animals too much to be kicking them around and Lord knows it turns out too painful to take any of my frustrations out on Glenda. Where does that leave me? Sending messages. Poor, uninteresting and sometimes a tad nasty but it is an outlet that relieves internal pressures and decreases tummy pains and the chance for ulcers.
I don't eat at the computer either. That may have something to do with the fact that I can't chew and type at the same time.....Can't hardly type anyway but the most difficult time is trying to type while Glenda is chewing and she always seems to have something to chew about......."And I helped".
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"He is useless on top of the ground; he ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages." - Mark Twain
2/21
If, "Time is of the Essence", has anything to do with smell, our use of time this morning is about as smelly as it has been for quite awhile. I didn't use the word stink because we are retired and can use our time just about anyway we want to. Our lack of utilization of our time this morning so far smells to high heaven but it is such a sweet smell.
We go through everyday with the strong hope on top of our minds, that our funds won't get so low as to require us the need to find a paying job. Frugally, that's it! We try to live in a frugal mode which would be called by the folks from across the tracks where I was raised as a 'cheap ass'.
Let me tell you. Back when I was younger I had a shoe shine box and went around town shinning shoes. The banker who always let me polish his shoes was a rough man to please but I was able and gladly accepted the meager ten cents that he handed me. I believe he was probably a cheap ass frugal person but unlike us he had money.
When I'd take my little box to the tavern, it was a different story. One time, just through the door a nice gentleman had me shine his cowboy boots and gave me a quarter. I polished a few ten centers in there then as I started out the door the first person had me shine his boots another time and gave me another quarter. What a nice bunch. I messed around the square for about an hour then hit the tavern again knowing there was at least one pair of boots to be shined one more time but........the nice guy was gone.
Here, I'll tell you about my grocery delivery business flop. I tried to use a personally manufactured bicycle trailer. After the neck gave way and I got all the scattered groceries collected to walk them to their destination, I quit that business. No pay but I wasn't charged with whatever was missing or damaged beyond use.
Glenda is calling so I'm gone too.
"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.-George E. Woodberry
We go through everyday with the strong hope on top of our minds, that our funds won't get so low as to require us the need to find a paying job. Frugally, that's it! We try to live in a frugal mode which would be called by the folks from across the tracks where I was raised as a 'cheap ass'.
Let me tell you. Back when I was younger I had a shoe shine box and went around town shinning shoes. The banker who always let me polish his shoes was a rough man to please but I was able and gladly accepted the meager ten cents that he handed me. I believe he was probably a cheap ass frugal person but unlike us he had money.
When I'd take my little box to the tavern, it was a different story. One time, just through the door a nice gentleman had me shine his cowboy boots and gave me a quarter. I polished a few ten centers in there then as I started out the door the first person had me shine his boots another time and gave me another quarter. What a nice bunch. I messed around the square for about an hour then hit the tavern again knowing there was at least one pair of boots to be shined one more time but........the nice guy was gone.
Here, I'll tell you about my grocery delivery business flop. I tried to use a personally manufactured bicycle trailer. After the neck gave way and I got all the scattered groceries collected to walk them to their destination, I quit that business. No pay but I wasn't charged with whatever was missing or damaged beyond use.
Glenda is calling so I'm gone too.
"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.-George E. Woodberry
Sunday, February 20, 2011
2/20
I've been reminded that it has been sometime since I've posted a note, some even remarked that there has been very few worthwhile since I began sending them sometime in 2003. That could have hurt pretty bad but I've read them too.
It is still fairly warm here so for my walk this morning I chose an old work coat to wear. As I told Dory I was leaving she said, "Hunky, I must tell you, that coat has had it." My mind tried to visul.......I don't know what my mind did! I could only respond with, "The lucky old thing, I'm going to start wearing in around here all the time and maybe I'll find some."
Dory was not into humor that early and I fear because of my feeble attempt at it, luck for me won't happen anytime in the near future. Tho, I am lucky that mom is here with us, otherwise it seemed I might even be fixing my own breakfast.
Another note that might fall into the, some even remarked, category.
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"Reading this in the morning is like eating cabbage for breakfast." -Pressbox Maxim (edt)
It is still fairly warm here so for my walk this morning I chose an old work coat to wear. As I told Dory I was leaving she said, "Hunky, I must tell you, that coat has had it." My mind tried to visul.......I don't know what my mind did! I could only respond with, "The lucky old thing, I'm going to start wearing in around here all the time and maybe I'll find some."
Dory was not into humor that early and I fear because of my feeble attempt at it, luck for me won't happen anytime in the near future. Tho, I am lucky that mom is here with us, otherwise it seemed I might even be fixing my own breakfast.
Another note that might fall into the, some even remarked, category.
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"Reading this in the morning is like eating cabbage for breakfast." -Pressbox Maxim (edt)
2/14
Man seeks power, and as far as that goes so do woemen, err, I mean women. I, Glenda and along with Mother Lena had a huge wish for the stuff this morning. Around 6:45 this our protected underground electric feed failed us. I'm sure the problem was somewhere way beyond our underground but still.......All that wasted expenditure to put us underground was for naught... At least for us. If you have a business that allows you to garner a set profit over your costs, why not blow all you can. The more the cost, the more the return.
Sick is the process but great is the power. After about 2 hours and 20 minutes our power was restored. Thanks to those trained union guys trolling up and down out roads trying to find the problem, then fixing it when finally found whatever was possible. Just hoping that this outing doesn't call for another rate increase.
Glenda and Mom were very happy as the dressed, showered and whatever to head for Lena's doctor appointment in Jeff City. Oh sure, there will be a few stops to shop. This, I was told earlier.
Isn't it nice when you have no power? Talk is a direct result. Oh how I wished for the power to return. Okay for us but you, receiving this message may have other thoughts? BIG DEAL! Hit detete if happy doesn't happy
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What quote?
Sick is the process but great is the power. After about 2 hours and 20 minutes our power was restored. Thanks to those trained union guys trolling up and down out roads trying to find the problem, then fixing it when finally found whatever was possible. Just hoping that this outing doesn't call for another rate increase.
Glenda and Mom were very happy as the dressed, showered and whatever to head for Lena's doctor appointment in Jeff City. Oh sure, there will be a few stops to shop. This, I was told earlier.
Isn't it nice when you have no power? Talk is a direct result. Oh how I wished for the power to return. Okay for us but you, receiving this message may have other thoughts? BIG DEAL! Hit detete if happy doesn't happy
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What quote?
2/14
Man seeks power, and as far as that goes so do woemen, err, I mean women. I, Glenda and along with Mother Lena had a huge wish for the stuff this morning. Around 6:45 this our protected underground electric feed failed us. I'm sure the problem was somewhere way beyond our underground but still.......All that wasted expenditure to put us underground was for naught... At least for us. If you have a business that allows you to garner a set profit over your costs, why not blow all you can. The more the cost, the more the return.
Sick is the process but great is the power. After about 2 hours and 20 minutes our power was restored. Thanks to those trained union guys trolling up and down out roads trying to find the problem, then fixing it when finally found whatever was possible. Just hoping that this outing doesn't call for another rate increase.
Glenda and Mom were very happy as the dressed, showered and whatever to head for Lena's doctor appointment in Jeff City. Oh sure, there will be a few stops to shop. This, I was told earlier.
Isn't it nice when you have no power? Talk is a direct result. Oh how I wished for the power to return. Okay for us but you, receiving this message may have other thoughts? BIG DEAL! Hit detete if happy doesn't happy
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What quote?
Sick is the process but great is the power. After about 2 hours and 20 minutes our power was restored. Thanks to those trained union guys trolling up and down out roads trying to find the problem, then fixing it when finally found whatever was possible. Just hoping that this outing doesn't call for another rate increase.
Glenda and Mom were very happy as the dressed, showered and whatever to head for Lena's doctor appointment in Jeff City. Oh sure, there will be a few stops to shop. This, I was told earlier.
Isn't it nice when you have no power? Talk is a direct result. Oh how I wished for the power to return. Okay for us but you, receiving this message may have other thoughts? BIG DEAL! Hit detete if happy doesn't happy
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What quote?
2/10
You can't believe all you hear or read so I've been told. Like this morning we've been told that at the Lake of the Ozarks it was 13* below zero with a wind chill factor of 23* below. We live right on the lake and the lowest low we had this morning was just a tad above zero at 0.4* by our temp teller. At 8:30 it was already up to 8* by the same teller.
I guess able to believe is dependant upon who you are. Like, Judy tells me that I can't believe what I read and send her but she sends me a lot of stuff that she has read and believes very strongly. If Obama's name was James Warren Jones and he was running our world from the Peoples Temple she would still follow him. Because he is a democrat she drinks his poison by the pages full.
A trip to Jeff City is scheduled for today. Going to pick Lena up and bring her home. If you want to talk to her call 573-365-1845. I think she'll be here two weeks this time. Only problem I see is the main road isn't clear yet. It may make for a slow trip and I'm not one for slow.
Darn, if I didn't run out of something to say before I come up with anything to say something about! 'Typical', is the only word that comes to mind here. Yeah I know, but 'who cares' would be a two word thing.
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We have an opportunity to live in joy. Do not postpone happiness until the debts are settled and relationships rearranged. Joy doesn't exist out in the world somewhere; we find it inside. - Rev. Mary Manin Morrissey
I guess able to believe is dependant upon who you are. Like, Judy tells me that I can't believe what I read and send her but she sends me a lot of stuff that she has read and believes very strongly. If Obama's name was James Warren Jones and he was running our world from the Peoples Temple she would still follow him. Because he is a democrat she drinks his poison by the pages full.
A trip to Jeff City is scheduled for today. Going to pick Lena up and bring her home. If you want to talk to her call 573-365-1845. I think she'll be here two weeks this time. Only problem I see is the main road isn't clear yet. It may make for a slow trip and I'm not one for slow.
Darn, if I didn't run out of something to say before I come up with anything to say something about! 'Typical', is the only word that comes to mind here. Yeah I know, but 'who cares' would be a two word thing.
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We have an opportunity to live in joy. Do not postpone happiness until the debts are settled and relationships rearranged. Joy doesn't exist out in the world somewhere; we find it inside. - Rev. Mary Manin Morrissey
2/9
Dog gone it! Gone is what I wish, not the dog but the snow. the ground is covered again this morning and it is still coming down. I faintly remember a time not too long ago when I thought falling snow beautifying our world with a covering of white virgin snow. Right now I can barely believe I ever thought such crap. Sure getting a little tired of it and the cold too for that matter. It is 9* here now with a wind chill of minus -6 degrees.
It was near the same temp yesterday but I did my three miles anyway. Actually the wind chill was only was only as low as that city in Mississippi. Twobelow I think it was. I have allowed my facial hair to grow hoping to help keep my face warm during the walks but hair doesn't grow on my ears and nose. Whooeee do they ever suffer.
That cold yesterday really got my nose running then as a further slap to my face it froze my nostrils shut. Did the rest of the walk with my mouth wide open! Didn't want to take a chance that it might freeze shut thereby suffocating me. That had breathing of below zero cold air I'm sure made the uvula hanging there at the back of my throat take on the look of a fat icicle.
Got to get things ready for another day of pushing all that pretty off the road and walks. Didn't want to sound negative so used a former thought instead of today's 'pretty ugly' off the road.
Kinda unhandy not to have anything to say yet have a whole day to say it.
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Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak or read some of their writings aloud.~Anon
It was near the same temp yesterday but I did my three miles anyway. Actually the wind chill was only was only as low as that city in Mississippi. Twobelow I think it was. I have allowed my facial hair to grow hoping to help keep my face warm during the walks but hair doesn't grow on my ears and nose. Whooeee do they ever suffer.
That cold yesterday really got my nose running then as a further slap to my face it froze my nostrils shut. Did the rest of the walk with my mouth wide open! Didn't want to take a chance that it might freeze shut thereby suffocating me. That had breathing of below zero cold air I'm sure made the uvula hanging there at the back of my throat take on the look of a fat icicle.
Got to get things ready for another day of pushing all that pretty off the road and walks. Didn't want to sound negative so used a former thought instead of today's 'pretty ugly' off the road.
Kinda unhandy not to have anything to say yet have a whole day to say it.
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Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak or read some of their writings aloud.~Anon
2/5
As usual, around 3:50 this morning my eyes popped open but kind of squinting. I got up, went in to get a cup of coffee and on the way I turned an outside light on and looked out. Talk about eyes popping open my eyes lost their squint and opened so far they pushed my eyebrows within a quarter inch of my hair line. My view revealed that mother had presented us with what appears to be another couple inches of snow.
I had our road pretty well cleared down to Reed's drive and this mandates the need to push a little more to get it clear again. My quandary is where the heck do I push it to? I mean our path down the road was good but creating the path left about 36 to 40 inches of stacked snow on either side. I can't be too sorry about the stacks because that was the best I could barely do.
Oh well, I can only say that even tho I kinda agree with Dory that this is a hellish of a situation, we're both wrong. As far as I understand it, one can’t expect two feet of snow and teen or single digit temperatures in hell.
But I will say that as a hell of a note, the forecasters are talking about the possibility of another six inches but to date not certain if we will be in the path or not.
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Tho terrible negative influencers may flair, one never relinquishes the ultimate power to dictate their attitude. ~Anom
I had our road pretty well cleared down to Reed's drive and this mandates the need to push a little more to get it clear again. My quandary is where the heck do I push it to? I mean our path down the road was good but creating the path left about 36 to 40 inches of stacked snow on either side. I can't be too sorry about the stacks because that was the best I could barely do.
Oh well, I can only say that even tho I kinda agree with Dory that this is a hellish of a situation, we're both wrong. As far as I understand it, one can’t expect two feet of snow and teen or single digit temperatures in hell.
But I will say that as a hell of a note, the forecasters are talking about the possibility of another six inches but to date not certain if we will be in the path or not.
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Tho terrible negative influencers may flair, one never relinquishes the ultimate power to dictate their attitude. ~Anom
2/4
Opened our Outlook Express this morning and as usual saw the button, 'Create Mail'. I thought maybe I had been missing the boat, you know, wasting a lot of time trying to do it myself. When I clicked on it I got the regular blank page and decided once to wait for the Microsoft creation to evolve. I sat and watched that page for almost twenty minutes before deciding the jokes was on me. So here I am trying to type something, all the while realizing the blank page would have been the best to send. I'll go on and send this typed stuff anyway so several folks can read it and be able to say too, 'the jokes on us'.
Tho, I had typing in school and probably got up to several words per minute, having no need to type for near forty five years caused me to almost forget how. I use only three fingers now. My left first finger, my right first finger and my right second finger. First finger being the one nearest the thumb and the second, the one next to it. If being so handicapped wasn't enough, my mind wonders how many readers might be looking at their middle finger as they read my notes. The thought throws off my thinking somewhat which might explain a lot of things?
Can't believe that I haven't found more time to type. Heck, we've been housebound since Tuesday and it doesn't look like the binds will come off anytime soon. Thank the Lord we have had no emergencies and still have electricity.
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No one is ever so busy that they can't crowd in a 'do as they want' or a 'need to do'. Prioritize my dear, it is all in the priorities.~Anon
Tho, I had typing in school and probably got up to several words per minute, having no need to type for near forty five years caused me to almost forget how. I use only three fingers now. My left first finger, my right first finger and my right second finger. First finger being the one nearest the thumb and the second, the one next to it. If being so handicapped wasn't enough, my mind wonders how many readers might be looking at their middle finger as they read my notes. The thought throws off my thinking somewhat which might explain a lot of things?
Can't believe that I haven't found more time to type. Heck, we've been housebound since Tuesday and it doesn't look like the binds will come off anytime soon. Thank the Lord we have had no emergencies and still have electricity.
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No one is ever so busy that they can't crowd in a 'do as they want' or a 'need to do'. Prioritize my dear, it is all in the priorities.~Anon
2/1
Hi-dee-ho we've got snow. It began here around 3:45 or at least the ground wasn't covered yet but the flakes were many. Looked like there might be ice on the road so I went out, salting my slick steps as I made my way to the garage. Was going to salt the road before it became snow covered but it didn't seem to be iced like the steps. So I salted my way to our back door and now, wham bam, here I am.
Anyway, in the 15 minutes that I was out there everything became pretty well covered. The guy on TV says at this time we're getting 1" to 2" per hour. Later in the day it will become 2" to 4" per hour. His map and words speak to us about 10" here by noon. Blizzard like conditions that will hang around for about six hours after it really gets going. The last time there was a storm of this magnitude was back in 1986. Healthy but homebound will be the case for a very large group of people including us I fear.
Also shows us that we're getting off easy with possible 10" compared to Jeff City and Columbia (15" to 20"). They are saying that a possible historical storm is in the making.
There could be a reader that would like to see our local weather and doesn't know they can get it at http://www.abc17news.com/weather.php You're welcome
DAD GUM THAT GLOBAL WARMING
Anyway, in the 15 minutes that I was out there everything became pretty well covered. The guy on TV says at this time we're getting 1" to 2" per hour. Later in the day it will become 2" to 4" per hour. His map and words speak to us about 10" here by noon. Blizzard like conditions that will hang around for about six hours after it really gets going. The last time there was a storm of this magnitude was back in 1986. Healthy but homebound will be the case for a very large group of people including us I fear.
Also shows us that we're getting off easy with possible 10" compared to Jeff City and Columbia (15" to 20"). They are saying that a possible historical storm is in the making.
There could be a reader that would like to see our local weather and doesn't know they can get it at http://www.abc17news.com/weather.php You're welcome
DAD GUM THAT GLOBAL WARMING
1/31
Great day in the morning! We got us another day here as I suppose you did there too. Isn't life grand? Now with it comes the happy problem as to how we're going to fill it up with a bunch of useful actions. Did you ever notice how many of the useful actions aren't near as happy a thing to do as are the useless things. I'd better put the brake on here because I don't think anything is absolutely useless. The possibility that an action or thing could have had more worth if done or used at a different time isn't arguable but even a nothing is ever useless. Like this note of nothing, it isn't useless. I individually hand pick the recipients each note, so at least you can see you've been thought of.
I've been told that reading a book of fiction is a huge waste of time which I disagree with and feel the real waste of time was the time spent by the guy telling me that.
Sitting here waiting for our forecasted bad weather to strike with nothing to say again which I'm sure has been pretty evident. It puts this once near daily note teetering perilously on the edge of becoming acknowledged by me as being a worthless or useless waste of time except of the aforementioned. Something you all may have been thinking for some time but thanks to the last sentence, you have an out for that thought.
Times ago I've been with some, who seeing a buck deer vacating their occupied space in a high speed manner, spake of it saying, 'that buck is sure carrying the mail'. I've probably said such myself. Now, with time to think, I believe it was to have been, 'that buck is sure carrying the male'. Makes sense to me now.
Further thought brought to my warped mind that if the fleeing animal happens to be a female deer that statement doesn't work. So, I finally figured it out. If a fast departing buck is said to be 'carrying the male' then of a fleeing doe it could be said, 'she was haulin' ass'. Humm.
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“With Congress, every time they make a joke it’s a law, and every time they make a law it’s a joke.”~Will Rogers
I've been told that reading a book of fiction is a huge waste of time which I disagree with and feel the real waste of time was the time spent by the guy telling me that.
Sitting here waiting for our forecasted bad weather to strike with nothing to say again which I'm sure has been pretty evident. It puts this once near daily note teetering perilously on the edge of becoming acknowledged by me as being a worthless or useless waste of time except of the aforementioned. Something you all may have been thinking for some time but thanks to the last sentence, you have an out for that thought.
Times ago I've been with some, who seeing a buck deer vacating their occupied space in a high speed manner, spake of it saying, 'that buck is sure carrying the mail'. I've probably said such myself. Now, with time to think, I believe it was to have been, 'that buck is sure carrying the male'. Makes sense to me now.
Further thought brought to my warped mind that if the fleeing animal happens to be a female deer that statement doesn't work. So, I finally figured it out. If a fast departing buck is said to be 'carrying the male' then of a fleeing doe it could be said, 'she was haulin' ass'. Humm.
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“With Congress, every time they make a joke it’s a law, and every time they make a law it’s a joke.”~Will Rogers
1/27
If you had your sound turned up loud enough you may have heard something real close to what I sound like as I top the hill on my morning walk. Which remind me that I forgot to mention the other day about the good neck exercise that comes with the huffing puffing walk.
The breath intake is so intense that it actually pulls my head forward several inches and then the exhale quickly sends it back behind my shoulders.
I have thought about walking the last part of the hill backwards as the exhale could help push me. However, I believe the inhale is so much the stronger that it would be of more help pulling me up the hill that the exhale could push.
Huffing puffing I do and am not ashamed about it at all, tho this note reads like I might blow a little more than I puff.
Oh well, it was something to write.
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A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke - and that the joke is oneself. ~Clifton Paul Fadiman
The breath intake is so intense that it actually pulls my head forward several inches and then the exhale quickly sends it back behind my shoulders.
I have thought about walking the last part of the hill backwards as the exhale could help push me. However, I believe the inhale is so much the stronger that it would be of more help pulling me up the hill that the exhale could push.
Huffing puffing I do and am not ashamed about it at all, tho this note reads like I might blow a little more than I puff.
Oh well, it was something to write.
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A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke - and that the joke is oneself. ~Clifton Paul Fadiman
1/26
One part of my plan for this note is not to mention anything pertaining to crap. Yes, I'm going to do an 'about face' today.
During my daily walk over the last several days a song by Pat Boone keeps coming to mind. I can't remember the words exactly but it was something like " On a day like today we pissed the time away, writing yellow letters in the snow".
I really made an error day before yesterday when on my walk and after five cups of coffee I needed a little relief. Off the side of the road I was writing a few yellow letters when I heard an automobile approaching. I very hurriedly put the reliever away but in my haste failed to get it clear of the zipper. Ooh wee, wee, I think the driver of that car pushed hard on his accelerator after seeing the expression on my face as he got to me.
I could not believe my mistake tho to the best of my memory it had happened a couple other times in my earlier years. I did a little checking and found that an average male person will probably seek some relief about seven times a day. This means that if I began wearing zippered pants, say at five years of age, I have zipped and unzipped over 163,500 times give or take a few. Man, with that kind of experience....
Just goes to show you that like in golf as well as many other doings, no matter how much you practice an unexpected result is always close, laying there in wait to surprise you.
Hey, I did it, no crap mentioned in today's note other than that I wasn't and that I didn't.
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A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent in doing nothing.~George Bernard Shaw
During my daily walk over the last several days a song by Pat Boone keeps coming to mind. I can't remember the words exactly but it was something like " On a day like today we pissed the time away, writing yellow letters in the snow".
I really made an error day before yesterday when on my walk and after five cups of coffee I needed a little relief. Off the side of the road I was writing a few yellow letters when I heard an automobile approaching. I very hurriedly put the reliever away but in my haste failed to get it clear of the zipper. Ooh wee, wee, I think the driver of that car pushed hard on his accelerator after seeing the expression on my face as he got to me.
I could not believe my mistake tho to the best of my memory it had happened a couple other times in my earlier years. I did a little checking and found that an average male person will probably seek some relief about seven times a day. This means that if I began wearing zippered pants, say at five years of age, I have zipped and unzipped over 163,500 times give or take a few. Man, with that kind of experience....
Just goes to show you that like in golf as well as many other doings, no matter how much you practice an unexpected result is always close, laying there in wait to surprise you.
Hey, I did it, no crap mentioned in today's note other than that I wasn't and that I didn't.
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A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent in doing nothing.~George Bernard Shaw
1/24/11
Not a lot new going on around here. Well, I guess we do have quite a bit of new carbon dioxide being made. Now, as well as while I slept, my lungs continued to suck in oxygen and blow out new carbon dioxide into the environment. In every twenty four hour period of regular living, a person sucks and blows on an average, more than 28,800 times. Most without any effort or thought. Amazing isn't it. I'm thinking about it now and I'm just as thankful as I can be for all the friends and relatives out there who are still sucking and blowing. A few of them are like me and have the ability to blow way more than they suck. Even typing can be a form of blowing, or so I've been told.
We're all still taking it in and blowing it out, doing our part in helping the trees grow. To show us their thankfulness they return the favor by kicking back to us new oxygen. It seems everything runs in a cycle of some sort.
The average adult at rest inhales and exhales something like about one-fourth of a cubic foot of air per minute. That totals around 2,800 cubic feet in a day.
The air that is inhaled is about 20-percent oxygen, unless you're in or near a nasty city, and the air that is exhaled is about 15-percent oxygen, so about 5-percent of the volume of air is consumed in each breath and converted to carbon dioxide. Therefore, a human being uses about 150 cubic feet of pure oxygen per day.
It’s a simple and indisputable Fact that Oxygen is necessary to sustain a Healthy life! Clinical studies show that a human being can live for days without water, and weeks without food but without Oxygen biological death begins to occur within three minutes. Oxygen is the miraculous element that permits life to exist and flourish on earth!
You do know that trees grow twice as fast in or very near a nasty city? I guess there is a lot more people sucking and blowing there. Lots of automobiles and the like contribute too, I suspect.
I don't know where I got all this stuff so don't know who or what to credit. I doubt that has caused anyone too worry much?
No snow yesterday despite the forecast and warnings. The forecasters 80% chance of snow used the other 20% of his forecast that he didn't mention. Does that mean, tho he didn't mention it, that his forecast was correct?
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There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.~Linda Hogan
We're all still taking it in and blowing it out, doing our part in helping the trees grow. To show us their thankfulness they return the favor by kicking back to us new oxygen. It seems everything runs in a cycle of some sort.
The average adult at rest inhales and exhales something like about one-fourth of a cubic foot of air per minute. That totals around 2,800 cubic feet in a day.
The air that is inhaled is about 20-percent oxygen, unless you're in or near a nasty city, and the air that is exhaled is about 15-percent oxygen, so about 5-percent of the volume of air is consumed in each breath and converted to carbon dioxide. Therefore, a human being uses about 150 cubic feet of pure oxygen per day.
It’s a simple and indisputable Fact that Oxygen is necessary to sustain a Healthy life! Clinical studies show that a human being can live for days without water, and weeks without food but without Oxygen biological death begins to occur within three minutes. Oxygen is the miraculous element that permits life to exist and flourish on earth!
You do know that trees grow twice as fast in or very near a nasty city? I guess there is a lot more people sucking and blowing there. Lots of automobiles and the like contribute too, I suspect.
I don't know where I got all this stuff so don't know who or what to credit. I doubt that has caused anyone too worry much?
No snow yesterday despite the forecast and warnings. The forecasters 80% chance of snow used the other 20% of his forecast that he didn't mention. Does that mean, tho he didn't mention it, that his forecast was correct?
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There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.~Linda Hogan
1/23/11
At 3:15 Saturday morning our driveway alerter dinged a couple times and I just happened to have the bedroom TV monitor on. The view showed us a vehicle turning around in front of our garage. No one in any of the ten houses on this road but us so what the hell, I mean, what the heck is going on? In an effort to find out I jumped up, threw some clothes on, grabbed my camera and cell phone and under my control, allowed our pickup to carry me down the road.
The vehicle was long gone but I drove slowly past each home and saw no footprints in the snow to any of them. Drove on out and down Y19K noticing new tracks going down Memory Lane and then on the way back saw some tracks going down Sassafras that I had missed going out. This all created a somewhat worrisome state.
Come daylight, with the two dubyas (wonder and worry) hanging over my head and interrupting my normal thoughts....well, normal for me, I began my walk wading the snow up Memory lane. There, I saw the vehicle tracks had come to just above our garage then turned around and left. Did not see anywhere that a person had gotten out of the vehicle. Checked the tracks going down Sassafras and discovered they stopped mid hill and left no human footprints.
After I got home I called the Morgan Count Sheriff Department to ask if a deputy might have been patrolling in our area. Only one deputy in the county on duty Friday night and he was in the office in case of an emergency. Budget constraints had temporally ceased their nightly patrols but that was being lifted.
Not knowing who was doing what that early on a Saturday morning I thought that it might have been someone casing these neighborhoods out for a future no good. He tended to agree of the possibility so is going to have someone cruse our area for a few nights.
I forgot to mention that Dory was pretty aggravated at me when I got back. Seems I also took her gun and failed to lock the door as I left. Leaving, as she says, her and the pets in a pretty vulnerable state.
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I'll keep my eyes wide open all the time, and when I have spare time, I'll walk the line. Err, at least during my wakened hours. Lw
The vehicle was long gone but I drove slowly past each home and saw no footprints in the snow to any of them. Drove on out and down Y19K noticing new tracks going down Memory Lane and then on the way back saw some tracks going down Sassafras that I had missed going out. This all created a somewhat worrisome state.
Come daylight, with the two dubyas (wonder and worry) hanging over my head and interrupting my normal thoughts....well, normal for me, I began my walk wading the snow up Memory lane. There, I saw the vehicle tracks had come to just above our garage then turned around and left. Did not see anywhere that a person had gotten out of the vehicle. Checked the tracks going down Sassafras and discovered they stopped mid hill and left no human footprints.
After I got home I called the Morgan Count Sheriff Department to ask if a deputy might have been patrolling in our area. Only one deputy in the county on duty Friday night and he was in the office in case of an emergency. Budget constraints had temporally ceased their nightly patrols but that was being lifted.
Not knowing who was doing what that early on a Saturday morning I thought that it might have been someone casing these neighborhoods out for a future no good. He tended to agree of the possibility so is going to have someone cruse our area for a few nights.
I forgot to mention that Dory was pretty aggravated at me when I got back. Seems I also took her gun and failed to lock the door as I left. Leaving, as she says, her and the pets in a pretty vulnerable state.
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I'll keep my eyes wide open all the time, and when I have spare time, I'll walk the line. Err, at least during my wakened hours. Lw
1/22/11
As I sit here trying to come up with a little tale to tell, my ignorant mind stumbled over the word tail. With that word I got to thinking how close it was to be something coming from a butt-hole. I've noticed that a good one can be used as cover for a butt-hole and all that got me wondering where and how the word tale originated. Don't know that I want to use it anymore. After this note, guess I'll use the word qest instead.
A half hearted attempt to look up how the word tale originated gave me no help but I think it must have come from how you go about telling someone something. Once in a while you tell someone something it can be said they've been told but other times when you tell something it's gets said you told a tale.
Oh just forget it! This butt-hole is now finished with this tale-tail or whatever. I knew I was pretty well finished before I started but it's hard to stop a leak and my poor old mind is cursed with a pretty constant leak as I'm sure most of you all well know.
Calling for more snow maybe today but Pretty certain that Sunday will be well beyond a maybe. Sooo.. We live in Missouri. For me 69 years of the same old stuff, no problem.
Health note; You know it seems that death is always hanging around just looking for a way in. You certainly don't want to take a chance of providing that opening by being negligent in taking your prescribed medications, especially those for high blood pressure! Being negligent can greatly increase the chance of your tale being told prematurely.
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Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. -Isaac Asimov
A half hearted attempt to look up how the word tale originated gave me no help but I think it must have come from how you go about telling someone something. Once in a while you tell someone something it can be said they've been told but other times when you tell something it's gets said you told a tale.
Oh just forget it! This butt-hole is now finished with this tale-tail or whatever. I knew I was pretty well finished before I started but it's hard to stop a leak and my poor old mind is cursed with a pretty constant leak as I'm sure most of you all well know.
Calling for more snow maybe today but Pretty certain that Sunday will be well beyond a maybe. Sooo.. We live in Missouri. For me 69 years of the same old stuff, no problem.
Health note; You know it seems that death is always hanging around just looking for a way in. You certainly don't want to take a chance of providing that opening by being negligent in taking your prescribed medications, especially those for high blood pressure! Being negligent can greatly increase the chance of your tale being told prematurely.
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Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. -Isaac Asimov
1/21/11
I know that I have some perk in there somewhere but there must be a blockage along the line. So far even the several cups of coffee hasn't lifted my rear very high, necessitating my dragging it around as I move about. Here in the hills there is required many stair steps to go from almost anywhere to somewhere else. The pain of the bouncing of my butt on each and every step has almost got me immobile in the old recliner, at least until I get some of the downers cleared from my head. That would leave some room for a lifting spirit and perkiness which could raise my ass high enough that I could carry it around up there where it is supposed to be. One positive as it is now, Dory won't stoop that low to chew on it.
I think most of the above is a direct result of moving snow from one place to another yesterday. The ATV is sure a nice snow mover but yesterdays depth, (around 5 inches) was a real challenge for the motorized steed and it's rider. Then the steps, walkways, porches and some touch up on the drive requires a bit of shoveling. Dory tells me that I can verbally shovel crap with ease but I'm telling you I drop to the bottom of the page when it comes to physically shoveling anything. And that's no sheet!
Hey, why don't you try sending a message everyday just to see how easy it is to find an interesting subject for all? It's possible that you can do it but there is a good chance that after awhile you'll end up just shooting and hollering poop like I do. As Dory quotes her grandma, "A wish in one hand and poop in the other still leaves you with pretty much nothing worth while." The quote isn't quite correct but it was something like that.
Humm, another crap filled note. You may not know but I send as much out in emails as I can because we have a septic tank and don't want to overload it
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It's only a thought, and a thought can be changed.~Louise May
I think most of the above is a direct result of moving snow from one place to another yesterday. The ATV is sure a nice snow mover but yesterdays depth, (around 5 inches) was a real challenge for the motorized steed and it's rider. Then the steps, walkways, porches and some touch up on the drive requires a bit of shoveling. Dory tells me that I can verbally shovel crap with ease but I'm telling you I drop to the bottom of the page when it comes to physically shoveling anything. And that's no sheet!
Hey, why don't you try sending a message everyday just to see how easy it is to find an interesting subject for all? It's possible that you can do it but there is a good chance that after awhile you'll end up just shooting and hollering poop like I do. As Dory quotes her grandma, "A wish in one hand and poop in the other still leaves you with pretty much nothing worth while." The quote isn't quite correct but it was something like that.
Humm, another crap filled note. You may not know but I send as much out in emails as I can because we have a septic tank and don't want to overload it
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It's only a thought, and a thought can be changed.~Louise May
1/20/11
I have mentioned this before but I'm repeating it. A person who specializes in something can be called a specialist. Then you have people that lobby called lobbyist, bicycle riders called bicyclist and ah, you know how it goes.
Anyway, Tuesday I went to visit a guy that makes huge dents in wallets which allows him to be known as a dentist. Usually only a routine check unless he has his yearly
neighborhood assessment coming up on his mansion in Florida, a Hummer payment or he needs to fill his automobile's gas tank. He is really a nice guy and doesn't bend us over a barrel. He just sits us in a chair and it's a thing that we feel needs to be done.
Negative anticipation creates apprehension which can fire your worry mode imagination and nothing soars faster and higher than imagination. A little worry in some instances can be a good thing, prompting one to plan but is absolutely not the case if it is about a dental appointment. Sad, but as I see it, 93.2% of the time, worry is a bigger waste of time than reading my notes.
When Marsha finished my periodontal maintenance procedure with her usual sadistic flair I felt awful about the terrible waste of time I had spent fraught with worry about it. And another thing, I didn't need a transfusion to replace the bleeding caused by her little sharp tool she gleefully stuck into my gums then pulled it down cleaning my teeth. I might would have needed a transfusion but was able to retain most of the blood by swallowing it.
As I walked out, quite pale from the blood loss, I was immediately turned white as a sheet when I heard that the cost would be over $130.00. That charge covered the long use of the waiting room, the twelve antagonizing minutes spent with Marsha's pain skilled fingers, five minutes with the dentist and the new toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste they gave me as a parting gift.
I did mention to the lady who took my money that most of the folks that I had come in contact with during my visit were all wearing masks, that is all except the one who actually took my money. Go figure.
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"If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble." - Elbert Hubbard
Anyway, Tuesday I went to visit a guy that makes huge dents in wallets which allows him to be known as a dentist. Usually only a routine check unless he has his yearly
neighborhood assessment coming up on his mansion in Florida, a Hummer payment or he needs to fill his automobile's gas tank. He is really a nice guy and doesn't bend us over a barrel. He just sits us in a chair and it's a thing that we feel needs to be done.
Negative anticipation creates apprehension which can fire your worry mode imagination and nothing soars faster and higher than imagination. A little worry in some instances can be a good thing, prompting one to plan but is absolutely not the case if it is about a dental appointment. Sad, but as I see it, 93.2% of the time, worry is a bigger waste of time than reading my notes.
When Marsha finished my periodontal maintenance procedure with her usual sadistic flair I felt awful about the terrible waste of time I had spent fraught with worry about it. And another thing, I didn't need a transfusion to replace the bleeding caused by her little sharp tool she gleefully stuck into my gums then pulled it down cleaning my teeth. I might would have needed a transfusion but was able to retain most of the blood by swallowing it.
As I walked out, quite pale from the blood loss, I was immediately turned white as a sheet when I heard that the cost would be over $130.00. That charge covered the long use of the waiting room, the twelve antagonizing minutes spent with Marsha's pain skilled fingers, five minutes with the dentist and the new toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste they gave me as a parting gift.
I did mention to the lady who took my money that most of the folks that I had come in contact with during my visit were all wearing masks, that is all except the one who actually took my money. Go figure.
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"If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble." - Elbert Hubbard
1/19/11
We, like so many others live with hope being a major user of the minds resources. A hope realized releases space for more hope as does a hope that as been thrashed around, modified then re-modified over and over again until it finally withers up and disappears from your head.
Like most I've had several of each but one small hope, that I'm holding on to and have for years, hasn't shriveled up yet. This then could be one of the things tying up the thought process that really hampers my ability to put anything worthwhile down on this page.
I can't help but think the long held hope might be realized as people become more and more familiar with their computers. My undying hope is that as time goes, folks will discover the little button on the upper left that has "create mail" written on it. Then when they do, I hope that they will realize enough pleasure in their own personal creations that they'll discontinue the use of the stupid, "forward," button that so many use to send mostly sick jokes and crap, false warnings, unusable petitions or those "send to five others with-in 5 minutes for good things to happen," kind of things.
You too probably see some of that forwarded crap of today being the same that you received as long as five years or more ago and it just keeps on, coming back and coming back and coming back. Hardly any of it was worth the read the first time. If there could be a way to count them over the years, I believe everyone would be astounded with the results.
Oh well to know however the method, that there are still live people out there means quite a bit to all of us.
'Nothing says lovin like something from the oven', that is, unless you get real and figure into the thought, a personally typed note!
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"Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last." - Decimus Junius Juvenalis
Like most I've had several of each but one small hope, that I'm holding on to and have for years, hasn't shriveled up yet. This then could be one of the things tying up the thought process that really hampers my ability to put anything worthwhile down on this page.
I can't help but think the long held hope might be realized as people become more and more familiar with their computers. My undying hope is that as time goes, folks will discover the little button on the upper left that has "create mail" written on it. Then when they do, I hope that they will realize enough pleasure in their own personal creations that they'll discontinue the use of the stupid, "forward," button that so many use to send mostly sick jokes and crap, false warnings, unusable petitions or those "send to five others with-in 5 minutes for good things to happen," kind of things.
You too probably see some of that forwarded crap of today being the same that you received as long as five years or more ago and it just keeps on, coming back and coming back and coming back. Hardly any of it was worth the read the first time. If there could be a way to count them over the years, I believe everyone would be astounded with the results.
Oh well to know however the method, that there are still live people out there means quite a bit to all of us.
'Nothing says lovin like something from the oven', that is, unless you get real and figure into the thought, a personally typed note!
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"Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last." - Decimus Junius Juvenalis
1/18/11
I'm sitting here with the laptop trying to get my heart to slow down. I'm not sure if I'm having one of those panic attacks that they were talking about on TV this morning or some other kind of heart problem. I think it must have been caused by the very humid air escaping from the shower stall.
I had forgotten to take my knife and keys from the other pants when I dressed this morning so went up to get them. Just as I stepped into the bathroom to say something to Dory she turned the shower off, opened the door and stepped out. Good Grief! It literally took my breath away and shifted my heart into such a very fast speed, one that I didn't even know it was still capable of. Along with that, my legs began to quiver and a few odd reactions from some of my other body parts. All this caused me to realize I had to get away from all that humid air as soon as I could.
Came down here for some drier breathing which I'm sure will slow my heart back down, tho it hasn't yet. Wouldn't you know it? I forgot my knife and keys too. Guess I'll wait for some of the humidity to dissipate up there before I go after them again.
Want to enjoy your days? Hey, it's your decision.
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"Joy is the feeling of grinning on the inside." - Dr. Melba Colgrove
I had forgotten to take my knife and keys from the other pants when I dressed this morning so went up to get them. Just as I stepped into the bathroom to say something to Dory she turned the shower off, opened the door and stepped out. Good Grief! It literally took my breath away and shifted my heart into such a very fast speed, one that I didn't even know it was still capable of. Along with that, my legs began to quiver and a few odd reactions from some of my other body parts. All this caused me to realize I had to get away from all that humid air as soon as I could.
Came down here for some drier breathing which I'm sure will slow my heart back down, tho it hasn't yet. Wouldn't you know it? I forgot my knife and keys too. Guess I'll wait for some of the humidity to dissipate up there before I go after them again.
Want to enjoy your days? Hey, it's your decision.
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"Joy is the feeling of grinning on the inside." - Dr. Melba Colgrove
1/15/11
Dory is a little peeved at Ruthie! She realizes that she shouldn't be but said she couldn't help it. Let me type you the story as best as I can.
You know that a walk in the cold can fairly well keep ones nose running as it does mine every morning. I do my best to keep stuff from running onto my lip by sniffing, wiping and blowing. Unfortunately there is always a few bits that somehow builds up into small parts and sticks to the sides of both nostrils. When I was born or before, I didn't have a chance to pick my nose but as I grew I leaned how pretty well.
Yesterday morning, during the early part of my walk, I was near Ruthie's place and decided to check her house out and turn on her de-icer. The house was fine and fairly warm so went wading through the snow to her dock. In trying to get the electrical box open, so I could plug in the de-icer, I found it to be frozen shut. During my attempt to open the box my hand slipped resulting in the tearing the fingernail of my right hand forefinger off clear to the quick. Ohh that hurt, but got the de-icer working just fine.
At home I had to cut off all I could of the fingernail leaving it very sore and without the fingernail unable to remove any of the built up pieces sticking up there in my nostrils. I soon discovered that the learned ability of my right hand forefinger had not been passed to any of the other fingers on my right hand and none of the left hand fingers were near skilled enough to even do a half assed job. Had to call for Dory's help.
Dory helped as best she could. She has long thin fingers and those nice long fingernails that should do the job really well but was so unhappy with the chore she roughed me and cut or scratched both nostrils enough to have them bleed. In an attempt to show a little sorrow for her treatment to me she blamed it all on Ruthie.
Now I'm worried about how I'm to get the scabs from my nostrils once they form. Guess I'll wait until I get to that bridge.
You know to tell a true story there are times where it just ain't got it so you try spiking it with a bit of stretch here and a bit of stretch there. I've caught myself doing that many times as I have with this note. Must have not stretched it quite enough huh?
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Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living, and truth loving without bending it so far as to break it.
You know that a walk in the cold can fairly well keep ones nose running as it does mine every morning. I do my best to keep stuff from running onto my lip by sniffing, wiping and blowing. Unfortunately there is always a few bits that somehow builds up into small parts and sticks to the sides of both nostrils. When I was born or before, I didn't have a chance to pick my nose but as I grew I leaned how pretty well.
Yesterday morning, during the early part of my walk, I was near Ruthie's place and decided to check her house out and turn on her de-icer. The house was fine and fairly warm so went wading through the snow to her dock. In trying to get the electrical box open, so I could plug in the de-icer, I found it to be frozen shut. During my attempt to open the box my hand slipped resulting in the tearing the fingernail of my right hand forefinger off clear to the quick. Ohh that hurt, but got the de-icer working just fine.
At home I had to cut off all I could of the fingernail leaving it very sore and without the fingernail unable to remove any of the built up pieces sticking up there in my nostrils. I soon discovered that the learned ability of my right hand forefinger had not been passed to any of the other fingers on my right hand and none of the left hand fingers were near skilled enough to even do a half assed job. Had to call for Dory's help.
Dory helped as best she could. She has long thin fingers and those nice long fingernails that should do the job really well but was so unhappy with the chore she roughed me and cut or scratched both nostrils enough to have them bleed. In an attempt to show a little sorrow for her treatment to me she blamed it all on Ruthie.
Now I'm worried about how I'm to get the scabs from my nostrils once they form. Guess I'll wait until I get to that bridge.
You know to tell a true story there are times where it just ain't got it so you try spiking it with a bit of stretch here and a bit of stretch there. I've caught myself doing that many times as I have with this note. Must have not stretched it quite enough huh?
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Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living, and truth loving without bending it so far as to break it.
1/13/11
The weather here Wednesday morning carried a 9* temperature with it along with some wind that brought the chill factor down to -10 below. I decided that my walk would take place on the old treadmill if at all. I hate that treadmill!
Tuesday it was 14* with a wind chill factor of -1 below. That was warm enough to take a hike but only after I cleared the road, porch walkways and perform a couple good deeds. the first was instigated while I was on the ATV plowing snow. When I got to West Oak I saw an eighty six year old gentleman near the top of his tenth of a mile hill with a snow shovel clearing his road off. I volunteered to make a pass or three on the ATV to help him along. He accepted my offer and it was done.
After his road and the road from our house to Y19 highway was cleared I began my walk. About a quarter mile into it Dory called to say a friend from over the hill was being released from the hospital. At this time, being neither she nor her husband are in very good health, she asked if we would help them into their house. That request caused me to return to the house, get the snow shovel and visit their house prior to their arrival. I cleaned off part of the drive way, two set of steps and their deck then mobiled back home. As it turned out another of their friends helped them and their stuff get into the house.
Started my walk again and the walk wasn't bad at all. One thing in these hills the wind doesn't hit you but about 55% of the time so a little minus one degree and a little fourteen. I dress well enough that the weather doesn't really bother much more than my face. This face has been bothered many, many times before with old being the largest culprit. I don't think the bother flung at it by the cold will be changing it too much. Why, it even has a good chance of improving the old thing. I know that cold contracts metal and if that should work on my face I could end up with near normal sized nose and ears.
Today a trip to Jeff city with Momma Lena so she can see another doctor. We think she is getting better despite her denials.
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There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. — John Ruskin
Tuesday it was 14* with a wind chill factor of -1 below. That was warm enough to take a hike but only after I cleared the road, porch walkways and perform a couple good deeds. the first was instigated while I was on the ATV plowing snow. When I got to West Oak I saw an eighty six year old gentleman near the top of his tenth of a mile hill with a snow shovel clearing his road off. I volunteered to make a pass or three on the ATV to help him along. He accepted my offer and it was done.
After his road and the road from our house to Y19 highway was cleared I began my walk. About a quarter mile into it Dory called to say a friend from over the hill was being released from the hospital. At this time, being neither she nor her husband are in very good health, she asked if we would help them into their house. That request caused me to return to the house, get the snow shovel and visit their house prior to their arrival. I cleaned off part of the drive way, two set of steps and their deck then mobiled back home. As it turned out another of their friends helped them and their stuff get into the house.
Started my walk again and the walk wasn't bad at all. One thing in these hills the wind doesn't hit you but about 55% of the time so a little minus one degree and a little fourteen. I dress well enough that the weather doesn't really bother much more than my face. This face has been bothered many, many times before with old being the largest culprit. I don't think the bother flung at it by the cold will be changing it too much. Why, it even has a good chance of improving the old thing. I know that cold contracts metal and if that should work on my face I could end up with near normal sized nose and ears.
Today a trip to Jeff city with Momma Lena so she can see another doctor. We think she is getting better despite her denials.
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There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. — John Ruskin
1/12/11
Now is the time for all of us to get into living! Yesterday was really the better time but a person never seems to realize this kind of thing until they get older. I'm only one day older but I've been thinking this for a lot longer. The most proper place for it to begin would be at birth but with a newborn the thoughts aren't there to think and then when the thoughts could be there we were all too busy going and doing to wonder or think about such a free to us thing. What a deal! We take life as a given and grovel or strut through it as if it were ours for the keeping and or abusing as we see fit. Stuff happens! Death was never much of a thought for us until someone else died and that sorrow never clambered into a youngster's mind as a passing possibility to ones self. Now I know that each and everyone of us are facing death within the next few seconds, hours or years. Are we going to be satisfied to sit around and wait for it or are we going to get into living?
When a person has nothing to say it would probably be better to let it go at that but we have stupids like me that try to force something out and it usually turns out not to have been worth the effort. Whatever the deal I'm not going to prolong it any further. I seem to be a little more than usual off my rocker this morning. That darn cat is using more than his share this morning!
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Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.~Anais Nin
When a person has nothing to say it would probably be better to let it go at that but we have stupids like me that try to force something out and it usually turns out not to have been worth the effort. Whatever the deal I'm not going to prolong it any further. I seem to be a little more than usual off my rocker this morning. That darn cat is using more than his share this morning!
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Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.~Anais Nin
1/10/11
Time is a dictator and a thief; there is no happy way to circumvent it. There are those who have no thoughts of time or no thoughts about a lot of other things as far as we know but time still affects them. I suppose those folks could still be happy in there somewhere.
Finally, after years of wishing, the neat life of retirement comes to pass but still time won't bow to your new way of life. If anything it becomes a worse enemy as it begins to cause a pain somewhere in your body then slips in more at a couple other places. It begins to blur your eyesight and dim down your hearing as it begins to expend it's pent up vengeance. It has been in the wings waiting to get back at you for all those years when you didn't hardly give it a thought. It is now that you begin to understand it's main objective is to kill you dead! Time is a dictator and a thief; there is no way to circumvent it!
Time was heavy on my mind this morning because our forecasted snow has slipped in a little preview. A dusting covering the road met ME when I got up this morning and it wasn't supposed to be until later in the day. It isn't snowing now but I don't think it's time to begin pushing it around yet. Oh! There is that time bother again.
Gotta go! No, not that. I'm just going to get another cup of coffee and then to other things. Like, Zuma blitz on facebook.
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Finally, after years of wishing, the neat life of retirement comes to pass but still time won't bow to your new way of life. If anything it becomes a worse enemy as it begins to cause a pain somewhere in your body then slips in more at a couple other places. It begins to blur your eyesight and dim down your hearing as it begins to expend it's pent up vengeance. It has been in the wings waiting to get back at you for all those years when you didn't hardly give it a thought. It is now that you begin to understand it's main objective is to kill you dead! Time is a dictator and a thief; there is no way to circumvent it!
Time was heavy on my mind this morning because our forecasted snow has slipped in a little preview. A dusting covering the road met ME when I got up this morning and it wasn't supposed to be until later in the day. It isn't snowing now but I don't think it's time to begin pushing it around yet. Oh! There is that time bother again.
Gotta go! No, not that. I'm just going to get another cup of coffee and then to other things. Like, Zuma blitz on facebook.
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Your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.~Vote but VOTE REP...REP...REP...RESPONSIBLY!
1/7/11
'Nuttin Honey' just about sums it up for another days thoughts of an infertile mind, at least at this time. But hey, I never promised you a rose garden...one momento! I don't think I ever promised you anything. Anyway, who would have ever have thought that these notes would be so much like trying to get thru a blackberry patch. What a battle getting from one side to the other. Wow! Then to discover that you didn't even get one berry. I want to say too, if you think reading them and trying to make sense of them is tough you ought to try it from this end.
It isn't true that what you get out of a thing is based entirely on what is put into it. The possible interpretations are too varied from one person to the other, and it does take me an awful lot of time slopping through the muck to find anything at all to type then ending up with nothing.
These, 'Nuttin Honey' days are so prevailing that they sometimes show their power by beginning even before I get out of bed. Ohooo, that hurts!
That does give me a little more time to work on the note but it could be part of the reason why my mind can't zone in on a worthy subject. Hopefully the note can still work as a reminder, you rest fondly in our minds.
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If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow.~Rachel Carson.
It isn't true that what you get out of a thing is based entirely on what is put into it. The possible interpretations are too varied from one person to the other, and it does take me an awful lot of time slopping through the muck to find anything at all to type then ending up with nothing.
These, 'Nuttin Honey' days are so prevailing that they sometimes show their power by beginning even before I get out of bed. Ohooo, that hurts!
That does give me a little more time to work on the note but it could be part of the reason why my mind can't zone in on a worthy subject. Hopefully the note can still work as a reminder, you rest fondly in our minds.
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If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow.~Rachel Carson.
1/6/11
Shoot! I've always believed that I was a very thoughtful person but I must have been wrong! For the life of me I can't think of a thing worthy of typing. It has been that way for some time now, you as my witness.
I suspect that a lot of folks are like me and can't really read when being bothered by other sounds. So I added a little appropriate sound to today's note in hopes of fuzzing the fact there is no content.
I'm kinda in a hurry this morning so I'm out of here. Just hope whatever the reason that caused me to think I was in a hurry comes back to me soon.
Anyway, where there is life there is hope and we both woke up full of it this morning. We're trusting you did too!
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I still believe in Hope - mostly because there's no such place as Fingers Crossed, Arkansas.~Molly Ivins
I suspect that a lot of folks are like me and can't really read when being bothered by other sounds. So I added a little appropriate sound to today's note in hopes of fuzzing the fact there is no content.
I'm kinda in a hurry this morning so I'm out of here. Just hope whatever the reason that caused me to think I was in a hurry comes back to me soon.
Anyway, where there is life there is hope and we both woke up full of it this morning. We're trusting you did too!
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I still believe in Hope - mostly because there's no such place as Fingers Crossed, Arkansas.~Molly Ivins
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